Early morning light casts shadows
Upon yellow leaves laced with dew.
The green has fled from them,
With any warmth they once knew.
The rising sun in the east
Throws colors across the cold sky.
Between pinks and oranges,
Dances blue, reflecting cold eyes.
Eyes that I wonder could turn warm,
Calculating and smiling though they seem.
Eyes that always look down other roads;
So yellow turns brown admist a deferred dream.
Author notes
Yay random Langston Hughes allusion in the last line.
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