Color | A Collection of Poems

III. Yellow

It's the heat on your shoulders as you sit on the hot sand of the beach.

 It's the bubbling laugh of the freckled girl. 

It's the way you feel when you receive gratitude for things you worked so hard for. 

It's the feeling of pressing your nose into the fur of a dog with a wild-wagging-tail.

 It's the color of your first cat, one that slept on the edge of your bed every night to supply company. 

It's the color of your first love's hair, a color that matched so well to your happiness. 

It's the color of the poor old woman's teeth as she smiles at the man handing her change.

 It's the color of your uncle's finger tips, stained from years of smoking.