In the park by the river, a walk through the old walnut grove. Yellow now. Yellow cottonwoods, too. Yellow brambles. Yellow squirrels. Yellow chatter. Yellow nuts. Yellow holes. Yellow mounds. Yellow talk. Yellow love. Yellow clouds.
Yellow Fever
Fig leaves so bright, the birds don’t sleep at night.
Poems, Slightly Used, October 23, 2009
Categories: Poems, Slightly Used
Tags: Figs, Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Yellow Poems
