A Golden Farewell

Thinking of "yellow".

 why is it
that the amber leaves
of autumn
remind me 
of the first golden
sunrays 
of spring?

sunflowers

heavy from seed

bow 

to the lush bounty

of a blond wheat field 

ready for harvest

 

nature is drunk 

from the intoxicating

scent of ripe lemons

 

the xanthous sun sets heavy

over the ochre horizon

waving her last

canary good-byes of the season

 

I create another memory

as timeless and precious as saffron spice

that will cast its warming glow onto my heart

long after the 

autumnal equinox has passed

 

the time has come

to say

goodbye

 

Author's Note

Your comments are welcome. Thank you.

Reviews

[Matthew Green]

Thanks for entering my contest! =D
I loved your poem; so many different ways of saying yellow!
Thanks for taking the time to write a new poem as well. I appreciate it!