L'aura del Campo

We are Yellow [42]

We are Yellow

Yellowbells rang to buttercups,
beckoning bees
and the Salish
starving for fresh food in this mud season of death,
and tired of fish.

They rang silently on slopes of the mountains,
flats along the river,
wherever there was moisture or a crevice.

Yellow, they rang in clear tones,
we are yellow,
the sign of the last snows
as melt fills the river.

We are Yellow,
a harbinger of plenty to come.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.42] (24.april.2021)

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