Blueberry Dreams

Though well into Spring, nature has pranked us here in New England with an April Fool’s Day joke: snow, and lots of it, wet and heavy. I refuse to play along, and instead look forward to warmer days and a growing season with blue skies and picnics and green grass under bare feet. (I can dream, can’t I?)

In that spirit, I share a poem I wrote twelve years ago as an exercise in a writing group I was leading at the time. With this poem I launch All Nine’s celebration of National Poetry Month.

Blueberry Picking

Blue eyes, blue shirt,
blue hat, blue sky,
blue dream of day
blueberry pie.

Blue fork, blue plate,
blue fingertips,
blue table cloth and
bright blue lips.

Blue shoes, blue socks,
blue denim jeans,
blue birds that sing,
blueberry dreams.

 

Do you have a favorite poet or poem that helps you look toward brighter days? Please share in comments below!

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Image by Andrew Welch via unsplash.com.

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2 thoughts on “Blueberry Dreams

  1. Rick Wilcox says:

    Spring is Browning for me –

    The year’s at the spring,
    And day’s at the morn;
    Morning’s at seven;
    The hill-side’s dew-pearled;
    The lark’s on the wing;
    The snail’s on the thorn;
    God’s in His heaven—
    All’s right with the world!

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