Yellow
Oh yellow, such a feast for eyes.
Fruits of anther bursting forth to catch the gaze
Of the striped bee who races to its matching hue.
Oh dripping honey of Apollo’s goldenrod
That slices through thickets of cloud,
Dripping unto the sprawling meadows we trod.
Wide plains of Sun rays
Pour into your iris to illuminate
New colours brought forth
Colours to coat your line of sight,
Yellow to mark your day’s arriv’d,
Yellow to bid my dark adieu,
Yellow to lead my light to you.
Bruis’d by Blue’s sharp staccato
Yellow took us in and
Gave us Solace lasting
Solar fasting broken, we rise
Solar Yellow once again
Settles in our souls,
Graciously it tends.
Do not sip as if its drip will end
But drink until the next tomorrow.
Unlike Demeter in Winter’s end,
He is plentiful, but
Each night hidden
And each morning replenish’d.
Drink! Drink in unison and in solitude,
Drink in as gold drips.
As the bee chases colour,
Chase Yellow into pink sunset,
Take Yellow found and
Paint sunshine into each page written.
Hold buttercup to skin
And become Yellow,
Whistle golden tones into
The ears of every soul you meet.
Mix your Yellow with that wretched Blue
And plant Green into soil,
To sprout and to bloom.
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