In The Yellowing of Time

The yellowing

of winter

flows out

into the yellowing

of spring;

kissing chosen roses

with its hued sunshine.

Seasons,

like chameleons,

change;

and paper yellows

as teasing tinting time

mellows itself.

But

truth’s color

knows no shade;

remaining

the same

in all seasons

favoring

neither night nor

day.

And

is unchanged

by the yellowing

of time.