Blueing

Let me sing of the hues of blue,
and spread the scented blankets-
blooming field of bluets-
and open curtains for the cloudless sky.

Let me sing of distant horizons and seas,
of sapphires hidden in unknown rocks,
the blue floating in rainbows,
the light of comets never seen.

And let me sing of roving blue herons,
of bluejays resting on the window sills,
of bluebells swaying in the winds,
and berries filling baskets.

Let me sing your shirts waving on the wire,
my jeans a comfort on my skin,
because love is real and blue
and I see it in your eyes.

ROSA CLEMENT

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