I woke to a yellow
sky,
a yellow blanket
disguise
hiding the rain
clouds
through which the
sun shined.
The kitchen windows
fogged over yellow.
I put on a yellow
shirt,
and yellow Crocs
for flash flood
puddles.
Yellow yolks oozed
across ancient
Fiestaware
as the yellow gourd
watched
with his spooky
glare
and I stirred honey
into my hot lemonade
on this beautiful
dreary
yellow day.
by:
Paula D. Nevison
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