A Fun Poem Exploring The Color Yellow

I had a friend in high school who loved the color yellow.

Yellow tennis shoes, yellow walls in her room, yellow (ok, blonde) hair. She was the only person I’d ever known to love the color yellow. I didn’t understand it, until this year, my 30th trip around the sun. Now, I am interested in the richness of yellow so I explored it with this poem.

“The Color Of The Sun”

Marigold, the deep qualities of goldenrod,

sunflower, leafy, layered, heavy,

fresh-squeezed lemonade, a muted, cloudy pale yellow,

rich egg yolk, an almost-orange.

Turmeric, the blonde wisps of hair of sun-kissed babies,

the transitioning shade of a summer peach,

humming, fuzzy stripes of bumblebees collecting dewy, clumps of pollen

pineapple, dripping, acidic, refreshing, blendable.

Corn, sweet, tight rows wrapped in sand paper-like green leaves,

flowing, crisp, craft beers, summer lagers bubbling from a tap,

the tint of sand, tiny particles of shell, rubber duckies floating in a bath,

6 a.m. school bus racing against the warm, rising sun.

Wheat, taking yellow to almost white, sprouting and waving all winter long,

dandelions, abundant, friendly, the life of the lawn,

a farmer’s honey, slow drip, leaving a sticky trail, color designed by bees,

brand new chicks huddling under a heat lamp, singing ‘peep peep peep’.

Daffodil, taking 3 different shapes at once, leaning toward the sun,

butter, melted and brushed over hot bread, mustard in its varying grains,

the voracity of fire, bruising the earth, warming homes, blackened marshmallows,

canaries, a certain type of finch, taking flight in their yellow.