~yellow~ Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

Yellow in tone
mirrors the sun,
This brighteness takes
a sallow run.

All through the bow
of morning's dew,
A sudden hit
of brighter hue.

Into this rose
of deepest red,
Within it bleeds
all mustard fed.

Therein is given
uneager friend,
As haste's true love
now met its end.

Oh yellow come
never to me,
That color shows
no subtlety.

A rose is handed
not to give back,
But when is yellow
one must retract.

2005