Spring in January

Yellow.
Sunshine pours in through the window,
Squeezing past the grey clouds
Which claim that it's still winter.

Yellow.
Dresses are pulled from the closet,
Though it should be too cold to wear them,
because the South doesn't care.

Yellow.
Grass is soft from the rain,
And uncharacteristically warm
Against bare feet and arms.

Yellow.
Streaks of light stretch across the sky,
And dance across the lake far earlier
Than they should when it smells of spring.

Yellow.
Flowers on weeds match the color
Of my mood. A smile brought by
Breezes, makes me think of

Yellow.
Summers filled with laughter and life,
Though those days are still far off,
Right now that joy is captured.

Blue,
And white and grey are nice,
And while cold does have its perks,
I love when winter's

Yellow.