Blue Poem by Kara Johnstad

Picking up dead brittle flowers along the dirt road
Crushing them. Throwing them gently to the North Wind.

BLUE... the shadow of dust lining your petals.

I wish to be a wandering gypsy.
Listening to the stars and singing with the sun.

BLUE... the shadow of pine needles embedded in the warm earth.

I wish to skate on the Big Dipper.
Slipping and sliding... I wish to...

BLUE... the shadow of ragged drapes against dirty panes.

I wish the crocuses would burst within me.
Creating visions - illusions admidst the cotton.

BLUE... the shadow of my dreaming

BLUE... BLUE... I wish blue roses to my love.