Yellowness.
With each advent of sun-showered yellow
there steals
a springing of close-headed gold denseness
in nearby fields.
Daffodil time comes frilly with captured
mass meaning
packed with herald heads and nodding
gilt greetings.
Breathing in sunshine whatever the sky
I bend to eye level
lie down in an ocean of yellowness
and pretend to be floating then drown
in Spring-coloured bliss.
A yearly looked-for experience is this.