Blue (poem by me)

Blue is the ocean, 

The wide-open sky. 

Blue is the earth 

From way up high. 

Blue is the sound 

Of the tide coming in 

The silence of the night 

And rush hour’s great din. 

Blue is the breath 

Of a fairy. 

Blue is calm, yet 

Blue is daring. 

When people are sad, 

They say they are blue 

But I think blue’s feeling 

Is feeling new. 

Washed clean, 

bathed pure 

And oh-so-sure 

Of anything 

That you might do. 

Blue has many sides 

And though it tries, 

It cannot hide… 

Vibrant, soft, striking blue. 

Close your eyes, 

and you’ll feel it too…

(Inspired by Hailstones and Halibut Bones by Mary O'Neill)