Yellow is such an excitable color,
I wonder why it was not chosen on the dollar?
Go for gold, so we are told, now green means greed (or anthropocentric-ecology).
It gives its gist, its tones surround
awash in amber sunlit streams, a honeyed round.
These bees knees.
Evaporate to dissipate, all yellow with its white,
Ideological color-coded representing light.
Puffy clouds up there dispelling do not care.
A wisp, a wind, invisible in blue,
yellow of miasma, a heavy stench to view.
Blinded by the light, illuminated insight.
Details and dust, minute moments under highlight
backlit aura in glow, a heavenly halo gets bright.
It is the color of embrace, a warm greeted face,
a marvelous matter in Persephone's case...
Flaxen, ashen, wheat grain hair looking for more fun.
The Ylang-ylang used fruitfully in Malay
wouldn't tell or like to smell any other way.
Innocent in assertion, overpowering in desertion.
Wrapping around, at the end of the ray
yellow is what makes a beautiful day
Drafted, swilled, mead drunk filled pores.
The dying man's last words, a fluttering flock, a bird
tweeted the suns secret, in the buzz, it goes unheard.
You will find the secret in your Sol.
There's nothing mellow about yellow.
Faces of happy, or warm air, and for daisies,
slowing down, its pricelessly making maybes.Composed 3/15/15.
Image of painting by Gustave Caillebotte, (1848-1894), [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons."The Yellow Fields at Gennevelliers".
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