The Darkest Days
The darkest days are bleak and drab.
They've lost all of their color.
There is no green or gold or brillant red.
The flowers look all withered
sitting hapless, close together.
Their petals lie in sad disharmony.
Then further on the roads are jumbled up
like limp spaghetti
leading nowhere then they come right back.
It leaves a taste of nothingness
upon a tiny taste bud
whose flavor is a sip of empty air.
These are all the things we see
while looking close around us.
But this is when we should be looking up.
All the colors in the world
conduct another conference
in arcs that put their brilliance in the sky.