Scavenger Hunt Sunday

I start to think

  

my mind wanders as it is taken over by the colour pink

and burns a bright path against backdrops of blue, green and red

this hunt is all fuzzy and I cannot seem to get a structured form

into something of beauty, in which to lose myself.

Tiny floral pink flowers!

Scavenger Hunt words are like hooks, 
sometimes to be found in books 
for which we are programmed to look out for,

as we try to make sense of the farthest corners of our minds,

we playback and rewind

searching for answers instead of sometimes just letting be

and floating in the beauty of colours

 a kaleidoscope of colours

which bring about happiness and still

the feeling of the mellow in a solitary leaf 

as it forms a blanket on the ground
on which to rest and blissfully get lost in tranquility.




Autumn is the death of summer, but yet it makes me feel even more alive,

my senses are more heightened with the purples and blacks of darker nights, 
pointing the way

I am neither mourning or celebrating the passing of a season

I just feel alive, like I am here

excited, alive, annoying!