Yellow isn't anyone's favorite color
the cheer miser says with a sneer
her love means everything to me
but I respectfully disagree
and stifle words in a poem instead.
Yellow is the color of solitude
waking up before household dawn
reveling in the quiet yellow orange
hue overpowering the horizon
before the sun bows behind clouds.
Yellow is the color of joy
our son’s boisterous young voice cries out
how beautiful!
a single strand of clear Christmas lights,
a plastic raincoat,
a handful of M&M's, mostly yellow.
Yellow is the color of new
fluff downy feathers
sprucing up wide eyed goslings
daffodils blitzing
the dreary greys and browns of spring.
Yellow is the color of old
walking cane resting on park bench
shaky wrinkled hand
digging corn to feed his friends.
Yellow is the color of life
no one may claim as their favorite
it acts without permission
may its silent gold riches
color your day without fanfare.
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