the sun sets another day
and I know it's you and me
To share this world, this beauty
To hold hands and go and live.
I wouldn't see the magic
if not for you.

fall
    flurries

those bits of
crumbled color, crushed
                                     into
                        the ground

hints of red
crimson and gold
the fragrance of a season

                              brilliance
                                 so crisp
eyes nearly have to squint

leaves and color gently
drop from
branches
shredding
their yearly coat

floating down
       or pushed
            by
                  windy
                            gust

fall flurries

The girl in the yellow overalls
Is wishing for sunlight
(somelight, sumlight)
To outshine her
(outline her, outlier)
And that sky blue blouse
(blows, blowsy)
Drowsy in the noon-day
(gloom-day, soon-day)
She'll grow up gleaming  
(beaming, screaming)
****** ****** of crows
(rows, rows)
Rouse the sleeping
(keeping, beeping)
Alarm clock sun.
(gun. run.)

I write in hopes to see the lightning bolt yellow.

I am greed, want.
She is need, lack.

I am anger and frustration.
She is hope, tenacity.

She is yellow
amidst the grey that I'm become.

But I am success, money.
And she is poverty, dust.

A bond too strong to be broken,
If I felt pain you felt it too,
If I lost hope you made me believe,
If you lost faith I'd send you a song,
If I was lost you were my path,
My yellow brick road just like in Oz,
Sometimes I lost my sense of direction,
Wandered off to the darkest of places,
You'd shine bright for me to find,
My way back to what is right,
If a dissaster were to strike,
My yellow brick road you came to be,
Whenever I was lost in the land of Oz

-Kathia Mariana Landeros

Vision blurred by blinding rays

of amber coloured morning light

bouncing through the cotton curtain

climbing its way around the

valleys and hills of the body laying motionless

sleeping in its alcohol-induced slumber

contrary to the dust dancing merrily in the

golden yellow hues of the morning air

reinforcing the understanding of why

Van Gogh thought yellow

was the happiest colour.