The sky’s a crush of blue on blue
with every blue in between, and
we’ve seen our share of dragon
clouds. Autumn breeze has caught
the crimson gold treeskirts off guard,
and they’re shedding fast. At last
we’ve got a slight chill and I wish
I could still the days and sit awhile,
warm drink in unbusy hands and a quiet
smile busting open my thankful heart.
::
In November, we poem.
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Those first lines and those last lines are so good
Thank you so much.
A blue marvel!
Thanks so much, Misky.
How loverly it is to imagine the bluest skies and the warmest drink and the most unhurried of days.
simply perfect.
Thank you! I long for a day like this.
Beautiful ending.
I love the sky as a blue Crush flavor!!!
(“The sky’s a crush of blue”) And the way you drive that home toward the end when you make it warm.
Thanks, Girl. I liked “crush of blue,” too. Sometimes I just want to crush the sky into my skin.