The Visionary – A Poem

 

visionary geese

The visionary wakes in February

When the violet light is bright

In March she feels overly grounded

As the red light of winter holds onto its strength

In April she nearly goes to sleep

With the intensity of yellow and green

But in May she comes to life a little

As she sees blue and violet come onto her radar

In June she struggles with the brightness

But has plenty of creative energy.

In July she feels the wane of summer

But still likes being outward and creative

In August she starts to mourn the loss of blue

As red again takes more precedence

In September she struggles to know what to do

As one minute it is red and the next more blue

In October there is a burst of yellow

And a need for homeliness prevails

In November blue seems to reappear

But a starker version of summer

In December the light is more red and orange

And it is best to be tucked up at home

And in January there is a hint of the wonder

Of the blue and violet to come.