She is yellow
As the climbing sun
Against the blazing blue
Yellow yolk of morning eggs
A table set for two
Her sunflower face
With perfect grace
Tilts towards the dawning's bright
Yellow wings of butterflies
Lifting her to flight
A nice poetic imagination, Susan. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
She is looking all fresh and beautiful in the light of the dawn. Simple and beautiful. Thanks for posting.