It seems like everyone
around me is feeling
winter's varied shades
and hues of blue.
Navy blue pulls down
night. Steel leaves you
cold. Silver mist winter
kills. Aqua marine likes
to dunk and drown.
Saffires, ceruleans, indigos,
Prussians, and cobalts
don't practice birth control
during the doldrums. The
way they multiply and
intermarry scares me.
There is a blue neither
bleak nor wearisome.
The color of God's glory
is periwinkle.
Drench me.
8 comments:
Love this. Yes, do drench me.
(the word drenched always reminds me of the scene in Anne of Avonlea where the old grouchy lady says "I said drrrrrenched and I meant drrrrrrrenched" with such a fierce roll to her r's. Smiles)
I just might be a tad cerulean at the moment, longing for a periwinkle drench though. :-)
Me too, girls. Me too. :)
Very good, enjoyed it. colorful expressive words. Good night Mom
Love that word -- drench -- I'm thinking, here we are ice blue.
Ah.....winter.....this girl is all of these shades of blue in winter and then some.
When will your book be published?
Came over from Glynn's. Love that third stanza, with the lack of birth control and much intermarrying of blues. Great!
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