Indigo
Tonight's entry is a poem I wrote a few days ago. I was looking out the window, waiting for class to begin. While the leaves on the tree were a vivid green, the sky was bright blue and the view outside was painted with a rich palette, my mood colored everything in shades of indigo, azure, cerulean and ultramarine. Hence, the melancholy mood of these verses.
Branches dip and sway,
Dancing in the wind.
Blue leaves toss and wave,
Shiny, glistening in the sun,
Floating on a breath of air.
The sun is hot and bright,
Bringing tears to my eyes.
I am not crying; it is only the sun.
Birds call mournfully,
Clinging to unsteady limbs
Beneath their clenching feet.
The wind moans, sighs, complains;
Ghostly fingers in my hair,
Tugging at my clothes,
Pushing me along.
I cannot rest for missing you,
And the whole world is grieving.
Branches dip and sway,
Dancing in the wind.
Blue leaves toss and wave,
Shiny, glistening in the sun,
Floating on a breath of air.
The sun is hot and bright,
Bringing tears to my eyes.
I am not crying; it is only the sun.
Birds call mournfully,
Clinging to unsteady limbs
Beneath their clenching feet.
The wind moans, sighs, complains;
Ghostly fingers in my hair,
Tugging at my clothes,
Pushing me along.
I cannot rest for missing you,
And the whole world is grieving.