Emerging Yellow
When I look at the charred plasma
of a bare knuckled wind
I forget yellow
I forget the smeared tone
of skunk cabbage
rising through fog and mulch
or how in Chiang Mai
the river at sunset
transforms a blistered heat
into the stippled gold of temple lamps
After the grey scuttle of urban hours
there is a yellowed drizzle
of twilight in any city
when a chill haze of evaporation
hangs gleaming and electric
I see the mottled leaf of autumn
how gold seeps through
its flamboyant carnage
away from the ruby panic
of fledgling mouths
or the crimsoned wounds of flowers
I seek a tint
an irreducible essence
a yellow, not oxidize like blood
in the light of day
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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