Join Diane, MotherOwl, Mimi and me as we tackle this topic. You can leave your poem in the comments, or post on your own blog. If you do the latter, please leave a comment as well so we can find you and your poem. Use the topic, or choose another; the objective is to have fun and exercise our brains.
It's a picture poem this week, folks. I looked through my old photos and anything blue that caught my eye made it into the poem.
Blue is . . . . .
The inverted bowl of a summer sky
Tiny forget-me-nots nodding in a gentle breeze
Ocean waves meeting boulders along the shore
Early evening sky as a backdrop for the moon . . .
. . . and for a lamp along a walking trail
A bluebird looking for a sunflower seed
A fuzzy snowflake blanket beneath a fuzzy cat
The promise of fine weather through gray storm clouds
The dish that holds my sewing pins, now a half a century old
. . . and the first -- and last -- pincushion I ever made, equally old
Christmas 2019 bird ornaments made from felt and love
The bluish cast of cold winter snow, crisscrossed by deer tracks
And a welcome sight for a tired traveller . . . the sky as I near home
Over to you, readers -- what does blue bring to mind for you? I hope it's good, whatever it is.