If Summer Were a Color

If Summer were a color Then it might be yellow-green— Turned amber by the breath of fall, Of the seasons in between. And if Autumn were a color Would it not be orange, or red? A smattering of scarlet flame In the distant Summer’s stead. Winter is more a pallid shade, I think it might be gray— As the night grows ever longer, And as shorter grows the day. But Springtime favors every hue, Dabs of violet, green and gold— Even as the wildflowers Impatiently unfold. Till again is framed the Summer, Rather proudly on display— As the nights grow ever shorter, And as longer grows the day!