Blue

[Lake]

Blue

crispy wind in the early morning
the paddy field stands still, weaving
green dreams

in the distance beyond the village
the mountain range, specks
of clouds

all under a column of sunlight
streaming down from the sky
such a miracle

as if staged and produced
by Oscar winner -
lighting designer

everywhere is blue –
clear blue, soft blue
indigo blue

the blue landscape we live in
the blue air we breathe
the blue mist

rolling up to meet the bluest
even Blues we sing today
sounds pure blue

it’s a blessing we can see, smell, feel
and embrace our blue world -
our life not wasted

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the trouble with poetry is that it encourages the writing of more poetry -- Billy Collins