Yellow marches through the spring calendar:

first daffodils, then dandelions, whin, broom, and now, in June, fields of oilseed rape and meadows brimming with buttercups. This little paean is to the final flourish in the golden progression.

MELLOW YELLOW

Fields of yellow rape

Offend the eye

With their intensity.

Buttercup meadows now

There's a different prospect.

Yellow with a pointillist's art

And hints of dark green depths

Where beetles browse

And cattle cool their hooves

In the margin of

Leaf and mud.