not all that is yellow is yours

You no longer own the yellow of my soul.

not all that's yellow is yours
the sun
proudly shines his golden
warmth upon my
face
reminding me not all hues
of yellow are bad,
and autumn can kiss me in an
explosion of color
devoid
of your name;
guess i had to learn that
for myself
before happiness could dance
autumn's leaves into
my skin�"
now that the joy
ripples
in the cold waves of every
creek of my blood
i'm not going to let them go
like a reptile i'll sun myself
in their warmth
so i can repel the misery of
the coming winter
sharp and cruel as the distance
you once used to shatter the now
repaired stained glass windows
of my soul.
- linda m. crate