I’d like you to imagine the crystal-blue of the outdoors, the ocean-blue, the blue of bluebells dancing in the wind like a ballet dancer.

I’d like you to hold this blue in your mind, this lovely sapphire blue, and think what secrets it might hold.

I’d like you to call this blue- crystal shards.

Now please fill in this survey:

Does this blue cook your tea ?

Can your blue fit in your ear?

Will your blue lace my shoes ?

May this blue drink at a bar ?

Do you want to befriend your blue?

Is your blue writing this poem ?

It doesn’t have to be

a half filled sky of clouds transporting themselves inches apart shape-shifting into different patterns

or a sycamore tree dancing in the wind with the others following behind it like a big parade

or or the morning black birds singing merely apon the lanes as the spotted ladybug flys home.

It could be a gull squawking loud

or a smooth stone as black as night

or a crack in the wall home to creepers.

Just listen

to the river as it rushes to be with the sea.

Earth’s magical melody singing to your ears.

On Monday, saw a black and tue jay waiting for its speckled eggs as turquoise as the ocean to hatch.

On Suesday, Isoade a dress from moss and feathers: a thorn for a needle and grass for threat.

On Wednesday, F skimmed a smooth stone across the stretched stream like a frog jumping from Lilly to Lilly

On Thursday, I dipped my hand in the river and felt a flickering fish.

On Friday, Isaw my house watching as Swalked into the woods down in the valley

On Saturday, I san a small shrew spider Snuffle along to hidden home.

On Sunday, I dreamt of being a fox in a large pack running far and swift.