Mondays

Mondays are yellow
The colour of daffodils
Bright, beaming golden
Rays of hope
Of Springtime promise
Beacons on the greying landscape
Illuminating the horizon

Mondays are orange
As the Autumn-tinted leaves
Warm and welcoming
Fires that burn for you
Vibrant, full of life
Intense and creative
Your glory sought after
Your name surely praised

Mondays are purple
Winter-flowering pansies
Resolute against the cold
Richly textured
Simple, yet majestic
Regal, heads held high
Sometimes mourning

Mondays are white
Pure as the dove of peace
Tranquil; soothing
Slow and serene
Binding up the brokenness
With bands of love
Of truth, hope and grace

Mondays are blue
As the still summer sea
Or the fresh Spring sky
Full of space
Space to laugh
Space to cry
Space to grow

Mondays with my friend
Are Mondays with you