Blue is the colour of sky
Delicious a taste of sunshine
In the absence of rain
Wind holds its breath
Oh, the sweet suspension!
Nature writes each line
Presents all elements;
Beauty in appreciation
Of the exact moment
PS. Sometimes it’s easy capture my world in six-word memoirs, other times not and especially when I’m on the move. But poetry never fails. So, I suspect I’ll be sharing more micro poetry, this season and throughout summer; call them “life on the move.” This also means there’ll be no backstories, as Archibald MacLeish puts it, “A poem should not mean But be.”
Wishing you a delightful weekend, and I hope you slow down to enjoy the scenery!
