Short Pale Yellow Poems

shadows in the sky-
fluttering across my eye
a brown butterfly

upon the breeze wind-blown-
the pale yellow Brimstone
a miracle unfolds...

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Pale yellow for you
Satin sheets of that colour
Between them with you
My gift of love to be there
Together as one forever...

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Pale yellow full moon
So close seems that touching trees
Still shining this morn

Touch in distant lands
Come shine on ocean water
Touch this distant shore


(For you)...

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                             shaking maracas
                             in the pale yellow moonlight
                             dancing with the stars




...

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With pale yellow wings
         the butterfly passes by
          Flutters up and down
        A delicate sight to see
   As light thoughts, return to me



Heidi Sands

5/17/18...

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somewhere
the perfect dress is waiting
pale yellow
with soft lines
something easy to touch
fabric that pools 
more beautifully
on the floor
or sliding over my head
& through your hands
than any hanger 
or body
can portray...

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Chills of comfort
as smooth as skin 
grazing grey stones. 

In the next room-
technology is hard at work
churning, turning
while the guitar gently rifts. 

Harsh winds are whipping, 
we are lying 
above a pale yellow floor
Dreaming-
across a hazy tundra....

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He lives off scraps somewhere north of High Park,
and bleeds art into the air in sections,
Mike Ellis, I don't know you...
but your colour is confession,
paint,
wrapped in the pale yellow ribbon of childhood,
tells of an ancient
paper sun, illuminating figures 
on blue silk canvas....

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a pale yellow dawn
as warmth finds baby blue skies
and apple blossoms

vast sandy beaches
cream roses lotus blossoms
add to dawn's palette

peach carnations bloom
near pale pink ranunculus
yellow butterflies

billowy clouds drift
a lilac parakeet sings
to utter stillness...

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Watching 
pale yellow 
full moon in its pristine 
glory as clouds move over it
revealing different shaped of moon each
time against black backdrop is worth
watching. It is simply 
stunning. Splendid!
Superb!

30.04.2021
Syllable count checked at PS syllables counter...

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1.
quiet morning _
petals love the watering hand 

2.

shadows of a tamarind tree _
your company 

3.

jute bangles _
smell of perspiring hands

4.

light warmth _
cups love having tea from your teapot 

5.

pale yellow hydrangea _
our moonlit evening walk

_____________

July 2, 2025...

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delicate tendrils
wrapped around willow trellis
perfume fills the air

I chose this theme as I adore the delightful pale yellow flowers and sweet scent of the honeysuckle blossom lingering on the breeze 

Traditional Haiku - Nature Themed Poetry Contest

Sponsored by Tania Kitchen

08/04/20...

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FISHING FOR LOVE WITH LOVE

In the pale yellow evening
of spring, from my heart,
I cast a line into a flowing stream.
In the depths of its wetness,
teased my bated hook;
but evasive were the little swimmers
in this gentle brook.
With undying love,
the pale of my heart was fully packed;
grateful not having to throw anything back....

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Pale yellow skies circle around me
The last light of sun for the day
As it sets, many things whirl in my mind
From a world that spins around me, in decay

There is a darkness settling that no-one can avoid
We must only stand by truth and fight
Faith and light must carry us ahead
And carry us through, every single night!

Heidi Sands

1/11/23...

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Lo' and behold,
There it sits
Red Fortitude,
Under an ocean of blue,

Amidst pale yellow plaster,
Towering above,
And a foliage of green
That crowds for a view.

The sun whispers phrases
Enchantments that only shadows construe
And yet unphased by its neighbours
Lost in thoughts of its own
There it sits
Red Fortitude
Under an ocean of blue....

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A meadow of roses...awash in colors, from pale pink to deepest crimson,
          lavender, pale yellow tinged in pink, to coral, silver and bronze.
With brick walkways that capture dappled sunlight, and are rinsed with rain.
          Perfumed air of roses, in morning's mist, casting a spell of enchantment.

May 1, 2023
for "Rose Meadow Poetry Contest"
by Julia Ward...

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Love tastes like warm miso soup
After going hungry all day

Love feels like the vibrations in your chest
When a base drum booms too close

Love sounds like flute vibrato
Inside a church sanctuary

Love looks like a pale yellow drop of food coloring
On wet watercolor paper

Love smells like when you come up from underwater
In a small, shallow lake with grassy banks...

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I lie down in my four-poster bed, 
facing the pale yellow wall. 

The same that I see above, 
behind my headboard, 
opposite me. 

I drown in the sickly pale. 

I dare not turn around 
to face the wall again. 

Little do I notice 
the little window behind - 
rays of sun streaming through 
little glass panels - 

Gentle apricity grazing its 
little window sill....

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Swaddled 
in an Afghan 
woven by my step grandmother's 
thin spindly fingers, 
I am 
warmer than the womb 
then the 
pale yellow grey 
wall paper 
that 
seems to surround 
and wobble 
like the water globe 
on my dresser. 

Above, 
I see 
my mothers face, 
round, 
soft, 
tallow cheeks, 
I want to squeeze them 
pull the rosiness, 
into my small palms 
and eat it up....

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A miracle unfolds,to enthrall,
From a caterpillar,green and small;
Upon the breeze,wind-blown
The pale yellow Brimstone;
A butterfly we briefly see,
If she could speak,her prayer... plea

Concern from we--her trustee.





Note The decline of the humble Buttertfly an indication of how we damage our environment
each day without thinking through the consequences for our own well being....

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Feel the light
Feel the air
Begin to sense 
Something there

Like a difference 
Like a new thing
Sense the change
We call Spring

Smooth, glare ice
Now a muddy mush
All soon to be
Green and lush

A newborn feeling
An evolving hue
Pale yellow rays 
Touch sky blue

Dabs of purple
With tulip pink
Lift our eyes and
The way we think

Today is the day
That shall bring
Clearly a change
We call Spring...

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The snow grips tree branches
And is frozen on the ground
There’s thick ice on the roof
For now, there’s not a sound

It is early winter morning
The sun will visit for a while
Pale yellow skies above mountains shine
Peeking through gray clouds with a smile

I say my prayers quite often lately
With so much going on every day
I’m grateful for the inner strength
Given to me along the way

Heidi sands

2/26/23...

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Winter reminds me of wet coats
in the hall and the smoky kitchen heat,
of large logs sizzling,
exerting their wetness on the hearth stone;
cut fresh from the garden,
they fill the flagged floor with warmth.

Each morning pale yellow ashes lie
like floury dust around the fireplace,
a brighter yellow appears in the garden,
across the street,
when the rain beats upon the ash heap.


From Perfume of the Soil.  Swan Press, 1999....

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A winter sunset lights the sky imported
 and quick the day has shortened,
in dull shades of white and gray
 to fast unnoticed slip away.

Pale yellow whites streak bold with blue
 and all that's left of pumpkin harvest hues
gathers bodies towards the inside warmth
 of late October shadowy haunts.

Too fast the season finds repose
 hiding in the night  light glows
full moon rises large and orange
 awaiting winter's cold barrage....

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the sunspots ensconced
behind howdy-do curtains
a cockcrow in lace

white watering can french blue
white sprouts of ivy deep green
unhackneyed eggs bright brown
the pale yellow sun flickers snow

and no one wears silk nightgowns
as knees fall, and wrinkles like weeds
are read on the backside of palms
that hurry the yolks and sizzle
the bacon, pour coffee into old cups

one for the geezer who grumps
but puckers up for his buttercup...

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