Blue is like
the rising tide.
A constant,
holding certain pride.
Its hues are cold,
sharp as glass.
They give life
as by they pass.
Both deep and dark
vibrant shades,
are gentled when
with time, they fade.
Leaves a kiss
of chilling bliss,
that lingers
bluebells mid mist.
©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef
