Yellow

Early in the morning

Yellow Comes on tip-toe

over the mountains behind my house.

She whispers softly that I need to get out of bed.

Her clothes are gold

catching the light

breaking it into spectrums of amber hues,

reds and white.

She is down every morning

higher than a kite by afternoon --

they usually call that bi-polar;

but not with her:

she is always bright and cheerful.

There are days when her face is clouded

and she simply is not herself --

winter is not her month --

but I tell her

that is just a part of life.

In the evening

she dresses in a gown

of burgundy and saffron,

and climbs back over the hill

and covers herself with a deep blue sheet of night

with her blanket of stars to keep her warm

until morning comes again.

-- 12/1/05

Josh