Yellow

If love were a color, it would be yellow.
Not for such a reason as
"Yellow is the color of the sun, and if there is sun,
there must be happiness."
No. Not for such a reason as that.
That reasoning is far too bland, and it leaves you
wanting.

Love would be yellow like the yellow
of your eyes when the sky is dark
and my heart is empty of all hope.
When you come to me in all your power
and take me under your wing to be
protected.

Yellow like the yellow
of the petals on the daffodil
you plucked from the ground just for me.
It was only a single flower, wilted and dying.
But it meant more
than the dozens of bouquets of roses I received
from far more shallow hands.

Copyright 2001 S. Sieglaff