Petaled and feathered gold

Jane Dougherty Writes

For the dverse prompt

Petaled and feathered gold

The world is yellow,
studded dandelions and buttercup ditches,
the scramble of creeping Jenny,
celandine-swathed shadows by the stream.

Blue gold, sky-fallen,
paint poured from the sun
rolls in a wave from morning to evening,

filling buckets of flashing water,
dancing in the grubby skirts of a baby’s dress,
and deep in a kestrel’s eye.

I watch for spring, to bring swallows,
roses, and the goldenest yellow of all,
glittering in glorious oriole plumes.

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