Lilac Skies

A change of state, a shift of season,
a rearrangement of the scenes
in my moody dreaming.
Instead of orange bonfires in the night,
I'm waking up to the sun and lilac skies.
It's not that I'm rushing to the future,
thinking it's bright, but I'm staking my claim,
standing my ground, signing my name,
making the most of what I already own.
I'm learning the art of making time slow.
For once, I don't want to go anywhere,
just step outside and feel sunbeams in my hair.