Remember blue. The color of joy.
The sky over Santa Fe.
The scent of lilacs.
Morning glories climbing up
the side of Grandma’s porch.
Remember blue. The color of flight.
Blue jay, that raucous, cheerful thief.
Heron with its slow, deadly grace.
Indigo bunting, small, charcoal-
colored, until it catches the sun,
blazes into blessing.
Remember blue. The color of peace.
Adirondack dawns, coffee on the deck.
Dip your toes into the sky, stir
to ruffle the clouds. Watch
yesterday’s heat rise
to meet morning’s cool,
a whispered prayer.