Mondays are grey
As the heavy raindrops falling from the sky
Tuesdays arrive dressed up in green
Remembering me the fresh grass under my feet
Wednesdays are blue
And my humour is floating in the sea
Thursdays are full of energy and optimism
Purple is their pattern. Or is it pink?
Fridays go by so fast
Such as the yellow shy sun on winter days
Saturdays are crazy, loud and foolish
They show up in red or orange
Sundays are lazy and quiet
Like the white smooth snow up on the hill
Seven days, seven colours
Or maybe more
Which is mine?
Which is yours?
I take them all!
Filipa Moreira da Cruz