Yellow
I gaze at a saffron sunset
as a tawny owl sails overhead,
while yellow sunflowers feel threat
until evening prayers are said.
The flaxen fields and amber plains
reflect the xanthous of fading sun.
A copse of vivid ocher trees wanes
awaiting a primrose moon to stun.
Canary daisies soundly sleep
and dream beside a citrine lake
while glorious goldenrods peep
gaily as fallow bucks’ antlers shake.
Mary’s marigolds shine their best,
a nankeen horizon fails to arrest.
Soon the sun will propose its rest
and slip below the mountain’s crest.
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