We're walking, we're walking at nine

All those colors came together
To form a stunning picture
Something for us to look at
An image to consider

Closer to invisible at nine

Last month was all the colors
Well, most of them, I reckon
Might as well wrap that up
With the last bit of the spectrum

Everything (and some blues) at nine

Blue laws won't let you buy booze till noon
Blue language makes little old ladies swoon
Blue is a month's second full moon
Blue is the music I'll play for you soon

Meet in the middle at nine

Green is leaves and fresh cut grass
Swamp water or melted glass
So many flowers come in yellow
As do faces pale and sallow
Two extremes describe orange
Citrus bite or rusty door hinge

Trying to find the good at nine

When I get angry
I only see one color
Guess what it might be

Dyed and roasted eggs at nine

It would be gone by Easter
He said a year ago
And while things aren't perfect
At least one them *did* go

The last of lounge at nine

So I'm gonna do a thing
I hope you all won't mind
It's been a stressful two months
So now we'll all unwind