22 February 2013
When you can only describe a day as mellow
You know it must be like yellow.
Like honey, sticky and sweet.
Like chocolate, a rich, creamy treat.
Like a fireplace glowing bright.
Like singing merry songs all through the night.
Like jumping into bed and under the sheets.
Like a lazy day in the springtime heat.
Like tea inside on a bleak winter's day.
Like a wish on a star that you could fly away.
It's warmth found hidden under the snow.
It's ignorance found in things that you used to know.
But sometimes on these days, ignorance is bliss.
I wish that all my days were yellow like this.
A Yellow Sonnet • Opuss № I