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?
Blue Connotations 