Let me count the shades of Yellow:
first, a bright morn
in a golden dell
cowslips’ bells knell
welcoming cockcrow
as fairies dance
their salute to spring
drinking dew
From a sacred chalice.
Betrayal, illness, life giving warmth
Yellow can mean
so many things
But fairies also know
yellow warns of danger
and the need to seek refuge
in their fairy dell
hiding in cowslip blooms
But let me return
to that bright morn
painting the world
with so much joy
How can it not?
For yellow is the optimist
full of hope
full of gold
when all is reborn
with magic
To create
And when you do
close your eyes
and see the fairy dell.