I wasn't planning on using such an ordinary choice for Y but the last 4-5 days changed my mind. It seems as if we've found ourselves in a land of yellow here in Erie this week. Daffodils and jonquils are everywhere. Ditto for forsythia bushes. Every block seems to have one and gardens and landscaped places like ours have one on every side and at each corner of the house--surrounding the building with a yellow hue. Many of our primroses are the same and I saw a sweet array of buttercups at the base of our huge air conditioning unit. They added a little softness to that monstrosity!
So, yellow it is--not yodel or yaw or Yoda or any of the other unusual and rarely used words that begin with this 25th letter of the alphabet.
There is a heaven we enter
through institutional grace
and there are the yellow finches
bathing and singing
in the lowly puddle.