I used to be yellow

I used to be yellow but now I am black

color of all colors when present together

all hues combined or all absence observed

from which light radiates or is absorbed

.

and I’m radiantly doing in my undoneness

wheeled and worn, housebound yet dreaming

word nudging schemer for better ways of being

grateful for the green patch now sprouting

bright gold tufts of persistent dandelions

above the white litter of spring snow

.

my vision stuffed with ruddy buds of the maple

and cream storms of bradford pears shouting

hallelujahs along the parkway and on my corner

the aged scraggly apple adorned with pink centered frilleries

sparking glorious promises of red fruit to come

.

while I wish for a wisdom that helps and heals all

permeating air silver spirals of incense

subtle as the fragrance of pouting daffodils

their butter lemon cups yearning to be lifted

like old telephone recievers to reach

listeners, to enter, to have their song heard

.

and sung back to the dark earth

where they emerged from black

nourishment I know mourning and love

in its allness