I had hoped for something less temporal
more substantial
I suppose the word is permanent

the color is not quite yellow
not peach and not orange but something in the family
glamorous and not simple
it reminds me of a ball gown
a fancy dress worn by a girl with golden hair

what though, lasts forever
certainly not a rose
the petals wilt and fade away

the reminder of summer ahead
and summers left behind
sunlight and the glow which follows rain
deep, deep color even though it’s pastel
purity in expression

lasting, I argue with myself
if only in my thoughts
real, alive, even if compressed to a season