Why is the sky blue? Or grey, or violet black, or yellow, or white slashed with great tongues of flames burning the world?
Why is grass green? Or blue, or brown, or yellow, or splashed white with clover and the hum of bees called to the first great feast of spring?
Why do leaves fall? Layered in secret on the forest floor Until only bare fingers scratch the sky. Or herded in a frenzy Before the winter wind To pile in graves at fence rows And burn as the last sacrifice of summer?
There are so many things in this world to think about. Ordinary things, important things, things that don’t matter, things that do, world shaking things, sad things, light airy things. I will probably write about them all but mostly I will try to keep it interesting at least to me.
Blue Connotations 