Palette of Memory

In the quiet hum of summer mornings,
golden hues of sunlight spill through windows,
casting warmth on childhood breakfasts.
Yellow is the taste of honey on toast,
the soft buzz of bees in clover fields,
a color that wraps around innocence
and whispers of days unburdened by time.

Autumn arrives with its symphony of reds,
crimson leaves crunching underfoot,
as the air turns crisp with nostalgia.
Red is the memory of laughter in the woods,
bonfires painting cheeks with heat,
a reminder of the passion and urgency
that colored the edges of teenage years.

The deep blue of night skies stretches wide,
where dreams drift like clouds in a navy sea.
Blue is the sound of distant waves at dusk,
a lullaby that cradles longing and solitude.
It holds the echoes of whispered secrets,
of sleepless nights spent in contemplation,
shaping the depths of who you’ve become.

Spring bursts forth in vibrant greens,
buds unfurling with the promise of renewal.
Green is the scent of fresh rain on grass,
the feel of new beginnings budding inside.
It speaks of growth and uncharted paths,
of the courage to embrace the unknown,
painting your journey with hope’s brush.

In the quiet moments of reflection,
the canvas of memory reveals its hues.
Colors blend, creating a portrait of life,
each shade a story, a fragment of self.
Through their lens, you see your becoming,
realizing how these pigments of past
shape the ever-evolving masterpiece of you.