My day started in yellow…waking to a sunrise that lit the sky in an immortal light…gilding the green…setting white petals aflame… …a solitary rook…claws clicking in a paced step, atop the slate roof…spoke in ripples…a quaking internal monologue…a mourning, a music, a meditation… …daylight notes how the tulips are waning…the cherry blossoms are few…but yellow iris stunned my silence…what wasn’t last evening, was by morning…blooming the hue of a quarter risen moon… …afternoon brought painted ladies alighted atop plush dandelion heads…a Wonderland parallel phased between white light streaming… …My day ended in yellow…a singular goldfinch…harbinger of summer, of sun, of resurrection…charting future titans
E.A. O'Connell
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