Sonnet: The Yellow Rose's Joy Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

Sweet golden petals bathed in morning light,
Like sunshine caught and wrapped in velvet sheen,
A flower born to make the heart delight,
With warmth that glows where darker blooms have been.

Your fragrance speaks of friendship's tender call,
Each layer curled in patterns pure and true,
While honeyed tones rise upward, standing tall,
Against the garden's shifting shades of blue.

No red rose passion nor white rose's grace
Can match your cheerful spirit's gentle shine,
As dewdrops on your leaves leave silver trace,
And bees drift near to taste your sweet design.

Of all the flowers nature deigns to bring,
You, yellow rose, make every moment spring.