Fay Slimm.

Yellows

 

Yellows.

 

Like a silk-veined yellow scarf

mist hangs today in the harbour.

 

As leaves turn yellows to brown

Autumn chill sends temperature down.

 

As boats load hay\'s yellow bales

harvest is welcome as summer fades.

 

As sky-yellow catches my eye

the wisdom of elder-forecast applies.

 

Like a yellow mackintosh

fog will cover these clifftops tomorrow.