Swirl of Blue

I'll be back to share my sea captain story-on Friday.  I started a poem earlier but became stuck- I need to go walk, get out of my head.  It was sleeting outside-tiny white hail which looks like Styrofoam pellets pummeling my deck and lawn.  It is bone chilling outside-the southern's humidity is seeping into my bones.

Susie enticed us to watch Pink's performance and write a poem.  It gave me goosebumps-many ideas came to mind, but I went with the first one.  As I was writing I had a special guest visit me, a   gorgeous Bluebird-I have seen them from a distance, but never on my deck.

You circle me in
a swirl of marine blue
fragile winter violets
feather my hands
as your heavy lids catch snow
we embrace n' twirl
like children in a sea of fur branches
while Blue watches us
as daylight's glitter shines

A happy accident
10:10 arrival
 threaded lace n' oyster's pearls
I twirl the ring on my finger
it circles wind's whispers
as harvest light dangles
our promise
in a sliver of silver.


Here is Pink's performance-breathtaking!