Yellow Search – the search engine
colored by lemons, butter and sunshine proudly presents a work
by the eminent poet Julia Shire.
On The Color Yellow
The first day you wake and the sun has broken through the clouds.
The cold still asserting itself, but at least, light is streaming
the curtains, white walls warming themselves. You rise, muscles
stiff, stretch, try to convince them of the transience of winter.
You wake, you rise, you wish for spring.
Another month, the grayness settled in at the edges, colors
stop reflecting light, greedily absorbing them, a slim
protection against the steely gray. It doesn’t snow here,
there is no brilliant white in your future. Just gray.
You start to dream of lemon, butter, marigold.
But still it’s gray that greets you as
you wake, you rise, you pray for spring.
You are immersed in it now. So deep amidst the cold
Some February day, without any noticeable end
you wake, you rise, you forget to pray for spring.
or beginning, you walk, mummified in scarf and hat,
past a hardware store and notice in the window:
a can of yellow paint. You take it home and begin
right away. The next morning, there is light again,
faint and gray, but enough to illuminate the walls around you,
yellow. You wake, you rise, you wait for spring.