
Fields of gold
I shall set this yellow canvas
aside for a while
and wait to see
what might grow in it
in the imagination
Yellow the colour of
joy and energy and loyalty
of intellect and fresh hope
of the wheat fields
on the foothills
around Arles
or the sunflowers
that Vincent so lovingly
painted with his life
the sky above him
a chrome yellow
almost as bright
as the sun itself
John Lyons