A convocation of color
arcs away in the distance
bowed as if beckoning me
to pass beneath incorporeal arches;
Where crimson blushes into
intense scarlet before embarrassment
takes control flushing into
a composed and stoic carmine,
Where amber rusts away
until bronze burns above
leaving excited fire to die
into honeyed marigold flowers,
Where faint-hearted amber
slinks into bold gold
reflecting upon canary dandelions
as they harbor tuscan daffodils,
Where chartreuse limes begin
growing olive pears that
bloom into emerald shamrock moss
before reaching juniper pines,
Where arctic skies slumber
dreaming of cerulean sapphires
wishing to be cobalt lapis lazuli
only to be saddened by azure berry,
Where lavender lilacs
hide periwinkle irises before
secretly passing purple heathers
destined to be amethyst orchids,
Where suave boysenberries
transform into an inspiring grape jam
continuing on into luxurious plum sangria
suitable only for midnight mulberry wine.
Now where I started prismatic white light
breaks upon water vapor gesticulating me
to stroll gayly beneath its elusive
convocation of colors.