yellow

you may find me here, absorbed in yellow
over the kitchen sink, with dishes done
I stand -- two goldfinch, black wings, yellow
sun turning them to gold, and you may
ask -- what am I looking at? I tell you
I watch for squirrels who knock down
my suet feeders, I look for
the woodpeckers, but no, it's yellow
yellow bird and then past the feeders,
past Kelly's cherry trees, across their yard
across the road, a large wagon wheel of yellow
and I come back and carry with me, yellow
five tall tulips — all yellow blazoned
with sunshine — after the tulips are gone
spiked skyward and yellow Jerusalem artichokes
fill the yard, and the goldfinches flutter
in and out while I look for an opening
and there — yellow wagon wheel