Blue is the day

Blue is the day,
yet it is happy.
The simple pleasure of being
surrounds me.
The warm sun softly floats nuggets of
brightness onto my open brow.


Blue is the day,
yet it is the sky.
The gentle, so gentle,
kiss of the breeze.
Cooling the hot white glow from
above.


Blue is the day,
yet it is the colour.
Not the feeling.
Undisturbed from clouds,
The significant Autumn sun confirms
it’s presence.


Blue is the day,
yet it has a healing power.
As the last of the seasons flowers open.
So do the smiles of those soaking up the
white globes rays.


Blue is the day,
yet it is wonderful.