I, Dandelion

Avid gardeners cuss and frown upon me

Some eat my leaves, slightly bitter but tasty

Others dry my roots for a heart-warming tea

With flowers I welcome the cute honey bee

(So, there is more to me than the weed you see)

My colour is so yellow, beautiful and bright

I've been likened to a little kiss of light

I am no posh rose nor graceful daffodil

But I still look sweet upon a windowsill

 ©Rose

Yellow Is The colour

Yellow flowers

greet 
the rising sun

and 
become
 one

with the waxing moon.
 Long 
are the hours
of 
the torrid afternoon.

 A little 
torment
a little 
pain

of passion 
unspent.
Drenched 
in rain
 a potent soul
makes me whole
again
ⒸRose

The Colour Of Love

hearts have grown
cold as stone
forgotten is
the yellow
of the sun

turbulent waters
swirl and sweep
a vortex
of sorrow
too dark and
too deep
to reflect it

because love
remembers
the colour

the yellow of
the sun
will make
it's way
through the
greyest day
through dark
through sorrow

the yellow
of the sun
will rise
through the
cracks in
the stone

because love
remembers
the colour
by tomorrow
the yellow
of the sun
will have grown
© Rose

Buzzz

while the nectar's sweet
he's yellow behind the knees
the sun is shining
© Rose

Yellow

bringing me sunshine
whenever you cross my mind
the colour yellow
© Rose

Wet Paint

in the pouring rain
umbrellas bob and wobble
a bright yellow coat
© Rose