Dawn's honey

Prompt challenge: Use at least two yellow things in a poem without using the word "yellow."

My response takes the path of dawn—where a golden globe rises in the east and honey spills through windowpanes, chasing away the hauntings of the night.

Hauntings of the night,

melt when golden globe rises,

through the eastern skies,

honey spills through windowpanes

and flowers tilt to face it.

Linking with TankaTuesday

Welfare unto all 

Rab Rakha