Blue is a cool color;
sophisticated like a vintage of fine wine.
It is tranquility;
a shiny black diamond in the light-play;
a raven in the sun.
A long sleep for the winter;
a snow white ground reflecting the shadows
of it’s surroundings.
Blue is the taste of berries in my cereal;
my favorite cereal bowl and cup.
a new candy, sweet and crunchy.
Blue is the ocean water and whales and
the sky at the beach on a day of my
summer vacation.
New sandals that protect
my feet from the burning sands.
Blue is a spinning globe in space;
a place called home;
a large womb I birthed from.
Blue is my new jacket,
new curtains for my bedroom;
the carpet that my pets love to nap on.
Blue is music;
a crying guitar singing the blues.
Blue is light and sound and laughter and tears.
It is cool spaces, a canvas sky;
Tranquil and serene.
A color in a rainbow;
Strawflowers in the garden;
my favorite fountain pen.
Blue is peace on a tired evening,
after a rage-red day at the office.
And unlike most people,
when I’m in a blue mood,
it’s a good thing!
Categories:
strawflowers, art, light, nature, poetry,
Form: Prose