Jane Clemons

Yellow

I am plummeting deep, deep down

into a field of yellow

There are blooms galore

Delicate wisps of buds and petals

encompassed by leafy blades of green

 

My worries slumber as

yellow-on-yellow, yellow-on-white

and more yellows surround my senses

Never enough yellow to fit the bill

my body relaxes, my mind is still

 

Crayola\'s unmellow yellow

fluorescent yellow and  laser lemon

named after the fruit

cross my mind

 

But varieties of yellow in different hues and chroma

intrigue me and I find

that the \"summer of love\" mellow yellow

or possibly

Royal yellow worn by the Emperor of China

are superior....but both compel

and dreams will ensue

 

Softly, tenderly, I am caressed by this yellow that

enchants me

I dream of daisies with pink centers and 

rosy florals with chartreuse stems

 

A few steps taken and I walk into

a minefield of yellow poppies

They are outrageously lovely

Olive-gray fern-like stems

ascending into a floral frenzy

Polite and well spoken gargantuan bouquets

 

Stunned and dazed by their alluring deliciousness

I stand amazed, mesmerized by these enormous

and lush yellow poppies that easily

dazzle with their grace

 

Oh, where was I when my

delicate yellow flowers in the field

married my lemon yellow poppies

as they ascended the garden wall ?

 

It is true...I am enchanted by yellow

But my body is weary

And the garden gates must close now

 

As I take my pillow and

sprawl across that secret place

I go to the land

where poppies and daisies grow

and all things yellow reside

 

In this secret garden, this enchanted place

I will climb into my Yellow bed....

where I dream of daisies and poppies

and Yellow never ends

Goodnight !!