Yellow Flowers at 4000 Feet

 

 

They appeared suddenly, a fleece

of yellow, a mustard beard

on white rock,

 

fluid and arbitrary,

existing as if ordered by Persephone

to girdle the mountain

 

in crisp abandon,

all light captured and then freed

to eyes accustomed to only green.

 

So much is seen

at just this level, like a skirt

will settle

 

about the knees of a kneeling girl.

Receding rubble shaking blooms loose,

irretrievable.  And the caught

 

in a cat’s paw of sun needling through

the nimbus, descending

like blonde blood between hillock fissures.

 

Flowers at 4000 feet trapped

between

sea level blue and dizzy spring

 

their trefoil petals dusted and doused

in the rock god’s shadow,

his warm falsetto

 

piercing the moss and gravel,

all dolor transfixed

by exceptional yellow.