A Wonder, Full Blue

2010-01-24

in Poetry, Prose

On these days, when the sun is out yet the clouds are too, when the air is cool, and the sun is descend­ing toward the point of equinox, while climb­ing toward, or from, mid­day, on these days, at this time, the sound is a won­der­ful blue.

On these days,
when the sun is out
yet the clouds are too,
when the air is cool,
and the sun is descend­ing
toward the point of equinox,
while climb­ing toward,
or from,
mid­day,
on these days,
at this time,
the sound
is a won­der­ful blue.

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