From the burning of just a few months,
Taking the nourishment left by painful flames,
Which seared my skin beyond recognition.
Now, a New Day emerges.
Full of Color.
Leaving some scars,
But engulfing my soul with hope.
Shield me from these blazing fields,
Where color leaps from iris to iris,
Brightening all in my life.
Showing the dullness in my monochrome thoughts.
I had never seen such a yellow,
Even out of the metal tube, from my first oil paints,
when I saw yellow for the most vivid time.
For nothing can express the kiss of yellow,
Breathed lightly in the hills,
On a Southern California slope.
This color has only one source.