New Yellow

[brynmawr1]

Swaying, deciduously,
bobbing in ripples of yellow.
Whirlpools of leaves and night lamps
in a starless sky.


Adrift in an ocean of honey,
with a yellow-toothed-grin.
Don't know when it ended
or when it will begin.


Whispers calling me
fall away.
Yellow thoughts
are all that stay.

Love it!  It would be a shame to let it drift away.
bryn