Spot of Yellow

Quite suddenly - I'm needing to seek out the primary color. What was so bright and quickly fading. The light is dimininshing. Each and every day is getting shorter and shorter.

I'm resisting. I'm holding on. I'm not ready to let this summer season pass by.

I get down on my knees. I search and seek. I dig deep.

And there - somewhere in between - I find it. What remains. What still is. A spot of happy yellow. Evidence of a summer that was once in full bloom  and blossom.

Once and again - proof. What we seek we find. The beauty that lies in the transitions.