YELLOW SUMMER DRESS

The sun in the tropics
burnt bright yellow
It forced me back to childhood
when in a whirl
I turned and turned in
a yellow summer dress.

Arms outstretched
skirt flaring to its limit
in the bright light of
an August morn

I knew then, that I have
to go on in life
sometimes a dizzy spin
sometimes a burning sorrow
with the world
turning, turning slowly.