in need of a patch of blue
the blue picket fence will do
the skeleton of spring
dances in the blue
unable to conceal its splendor
the spruce blushes blue
How glorious the view
from the cathedral that is nature.
Clouds hide away the sun.
Cold paints the world blue.
Is this living on the moon?
The blue trumpet of summer
announces another August day.
color to swim in
color to fly in
thank you delphinium
The sky is my teacher
offering lessons in
fleeting, ephemeral, perfection.
The afternoon sky’s hues of blue
momentarily quenched my thirst for Spring.
Cozy on the couch beneath the quilt
daydreams gather and drift by like the clouds.
Black branches against brilliant blue
whispers of clouds wandering by
To stand in the quiet
and witness the beauty and transience of a single moment
expands the soul.
A tree of color shouts out into the bright blue night
calling to the night’s first, tiny star
friend, I’ve missed you.
The deeper the blue,
the colder the cold.
Hope is the energy that beats the heart.
Light is its manifestation.
Love fills the space in between.
The Big Bang
in a blue bowl.
The bank is soft as an easy chair.
The water a cool embrace.
The sky is as blue as a robin’s egg.
Perfect summer day.