Yellowy

Let the daisy, yellow-hearted, With its white leaves starry-parted, And the cowslips, yellowy pale, Serve her as a flowery veil—

[…] the worn-out antiquity of Sulaco, so characteristic with its stuccoed houses and barred windows, with the great yellowy-white walls of abandoned convents behind the rows of sombre green cypresses […]

I start the truck, drive west along the highway built on the dry bed of the Teays. There’s wide bottoms, and the hills on either side have yellowy billows the sun can’t burn off.