In the Yellowing of Time
The yellowing
of winter
flows out
into the yellowing
of spring;
kissing chosen roses
with its hued sunshine.
Seasons,
like chameleons,
change;
and paper yellows
as teasing tinting time
mellows itself.
But
truth’s color
knows no shade;
remaining
the same
in all seasons
favoring
neither night nor
day.
And
is unchanged
by the yellowing
of time.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2017
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