i have yellow fever
after spotting the egg-white moon
hiding behind the golden hair of willow trees
i hurry to garnish
marigold and calendula seeds in pots
the spring air is here
licking our faces with sugar rain
our skin is hungry for the heat
of sun, wheat fields, maple
syrup running down bare maple trees
i can see daffodils buds & blue ivy stalks
& hostas leaves sprouting
where winter ice has torched it bare
now, light lingers long into the night
marking the time for potting &
tilling the soil moist & ready for flowers
i can imagine the ripeness
i can smell the flowers
pink, blue, red, apricot, cream & specially
yellow ones
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: Everything Yellow, hosted by Sarah Connor. Thanks for your visits and comments.
