
so ripe and ready to be consumed–
their short season breaks our skipping hearts

so ripe and ready to be consumed–
their short season breaks our skipping hearts

a blue moon
blue-violet hydrangeas
the blue hour of day
indigo buntings and bright jays
the word “cerulean”
dewy summer blueberries
tiny robin eggs
glimmering saphires and aquamarines
delicate bluebells and forget-me-nots
antique blue and white china
translucent butterfly wings
worn denim
cobolt glass bottles
silver bracelets with turquois stones
blue velvet
a cloudless sky in july

summer looks like the tops of lush, green trees
and a steady dock,
the whisper of a flying finch,
and the setting of the evening sun
against the sweet smell of cut grass

those little purple faces smile serenely on the balcony–
while the geese fly and wasps dart and the frogs call out at dusk

the smell of grass
cotton candy sunsets
warm breezes from an open window
lemonade on the balcony