Fay Slimm.

Yellowness

 

 

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.