(From my heart, things that the word yellow means to me.)
Let me tell you about yellow:
Gold, sunset, colours merged,
The bronze of metallic victory, false or true;
Sunflowers, dainty-centres, peace and the meadow-
Buttercups with children, giggles loud,
"Do you like butter?"
Orange-vague reflections across the pool,
High above, fire yellow, giver of life;
Beauty in a flash, lightning nights and electrics:
Yellow is the storm-light, but also beacon, guide,
Lover. Separate oxymorons, bittersweet when yellow
Is tarnish, rust as glamour;
A talker of rings, the eye of an imperfect gift;
A cat's view, narrow, a blink-and-it's-gone
Moment, when pale is the backdrop,
Bright could be the foreground;
It's the shock you see,
The first thing you notice,
Radiant, she's blonde-headed, but brilliant;
Epitome of fever-happiness,
Gliding essence of summertone.
Oh, how perfect not to be blind.