And it really is "all yellow"...
Yellow….proetry? The first thing twas created, by the breath of God above, Before He made all other things and covered it with love. A sign of life and newness, of growth and all that’s light Of hope and regeneration, walking in all that’s bright. I sat down this morning to write something about the color yellow. The same words kept coming back…daffodils first. The flower has always been special, and a symbol of putting off winter’s gray and welcoming the hope of warmer seasons ahead. The ground gives way to first green shoots, Announcing the breath and warmth of springs arrival In winter’s wake, the yellow bobbing heads Signify the earth’s waking, a soul’s revival. There’s also the metaphor of how the sun peaks through the late afternoon and early evening clouds after a summer thunderstorm and lights the last remaining humid drops in the summer air; little drops of gold reflecting the harsh yellow rays. Flecks of gold dust, tango in time As the sun forces...
