midnight blue skies
she was born under
snow blanket the ground
maybe that is why she
always felt so cold
until Spring arrived
powder blue skies with fluffy clouds
chased away depressed feelings
spring cleaning cobwebs
from her heart every year
warm skies of azure blue
welcomed her every summer
lounging on white sands
turquoise waters around ankles
the highlight of every vacation
a crisp navy blue suit
was what caught her attention
their eyes met and she fell
head over heads in love
sweeping away her daily blues
autumn skies of cobalt blue
a sign of what was to come
who knew the time was short?
but she held on like fall leaves
soaking in those blue hues
the sky was ice blue the day
she was laid to eternal rest
tears fell from loved one eyes
but not hers – she was smiling
under heavenly blue skies
- Posted for dVerse Open Link Night #177. Inspired by De's dVerse Poetics: Breathing in Blue prompt.
A life beneath the changing skies - a lovely poetic notion well realised here... With Best Wishes Scott
ReplyDeleteA life told in blues...how beautiful. I like that she was still smiling after being laid to rest...a happy thought at the end.
ReplyDeleteThis is most breezy and refreshing dish of blue poetry. Just love it!
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem of blue. And she was smiling when laid to rest and knew love!
ReplyDeleteOh, there's so much blue ink spilled in this poem. A great piece, Maria. I love that smile. :)
ReplyDeleteSuch a bittersweet tale.. Indeed the blue can mean so much.
ReplyDeleteautumn skies of cobalt blue
ReplyDeletea sign of what was to come
who knew the time was short?
but she held on like fall leaves
soaking in those blue hues
Beautiful lines here..!!
love how you bring out blue in each of the seasons...meaning something different in each. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteNice her life in all aspects of Blue...bkm
ReplyDeleteA blue for every season of a beautiful life!
ReplyDeleteThat midnight blue holds so many mysteries, reflections. Such a beautiful bit of blue, Arcadia!
ReplyDeleteGood use of the blue here. Well done.
ReplyDeleteI went to a wake when I was about eleven, and she lay there all dressed and smiling. I was thinking "It looks like she's about to wake up from a pleasant dream." The thought didn't comfort me at the time. I sat down in a pew and cried.
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