The peak within eye’s reach,
I believe I was nearing it.
Each step I took,
the length of my stride escaped unnoticed.
Rather the summit appears no nearer than a minute before,
and the sense of frustration builds up bit by bit.
I see passerbys overtaking me with ease,
unlike the glistening perspiration running down my back,
as despair tries to sneak in.
I stopped and turned around,
looking down at the distance covered since this morning.
Acknowledging my first attempt,
the progress so far,
pride defeated despair,
forcing it out.
Taking a deep breath,
I swung forward with a new resolve:
Red, is a man with a girl holding a white bag;
Blue, rolls by a woman in jeans on wheels;
Green, spreads the grass across the vast park;
Yellow, blooms the swaying daffodils;
Pink, lies the bag on the back of a girl;
White, runs the sleeved shirt strong man;
Orange, is the function of a jacket on a tall lady;
Purple, bounces the ball from a hand;
Spring calls again.
Colours of spring heightens the day.
Lifts the mood and smiles are found once more.
Submitted for Poetry Picnic Week 22