The Color Yellow

Dear Lord, you open my day With a soft yellowish-glow Filtering through morning’s mist Rising from valleys below Your sun moves from east to west Radiating energy and light Illuminating the world Providing visual delights The soft yellow roses abloom With fragrant aromas found— Marigolds in their deep hues And buttercups all around A walk through golden grain As fields ripen in season Goldenrod waving in breeze— All seem to have a reason Yellow appears in pigments Coloring cars of our past; Painting houses for our homes; Tonka trucks for child that last As eventide closes the day With sun over horizon Still your yellow-color glows Upon the sky with reflections Dear Lord, you close my day, As the moon beams from above And the galaxy of stars Display you e’er present love -E. Pearl Anderson