I've witnessed scenes of subtlety,
soft lit by lambent light,
their colors pianissimo,
pastel instead of bright.

These muted moments take their place
in gentlest memories,
sweet times of tender quietude,
refreshing as a breeze.

But other times the world explodes
in purple mixed with gold,
like bursts of blazing butterflies,
whose Day-Glo wings unfold.

Vivacious swirls of vibrancy
in bold fortissimo --
these are the days I cherish most,
the ones of dazzling glow.

Life has a place for every mood,
each hot or cooling ember,
but days of most resplendent hue
are those I best remember.