Endless blue skies, with heat, water shortage, and I can only write
about blue … and more blue …
I SPILL
royal blue words
as soprano rises cerulean 
falls below navy blue
arcs up then beyond
through aquamarine
turquoise cobalt
shades of passion
blending as swiftly
as the flow of tides
that wash depression
into a cyan heaven
where laughter thrills
in the clash of sapphires
To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.
Lovely, well described.
Many thanks, Francine. We were away last week and I’m just catching up!
Hugs,
Joanna