Y Is For Yellow

Yellow

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed--and gazed--but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

-.-

Did you notice that the word 'yellow' did not appear even once in this poem? Yet, yellow explodes from the page - from the field of dancing daffodils - does it not?

When I was a child, I believed books to be stifling fiends... until I met poetry. What a world! I still don't understand it, really, but oh, how I like to spill my heart, break the rules of prose, and call it poetry. :-)

Y is for Yes...

For the Son of God, Jesus Christ... was not Yes and No, but in him it is always Yes. For all the promises of God find their Yes in him. That is why it is through him that we utter our Amen to God for his glory. 2 Corinthians 1:19-20

Behold, a yellow daffodil...


Okay, so it's not completely yellow, but it'll have to do. I really didn't want to crochet a yak. :-)

Yippee, it's almost over! Thank you so much for letting me yap. :-)