Blue

Blue clouds can be in reverse of white or gray. 

They come after rainbow clouds, and do not stay.

An iridescence, a solar halo with ice crystals and water droplets that diffract the sun’s light. 

Flying higher than any man-made kite.

Blue clouds are dreams deferred, like Langston Hughes’ poem.

Blue clouds are definitely something elusive we can “show’em”.

They are no longer imaginary, they are more like blue moons in the sky.

Two full moons in one month are the distant relatives of blue clouds who can often appear shy.

Blue clouds are saved up dreams come to life and fears rolled into one.

Blue clouds are filled with all the hues of the oceans, rivers, seas, lakes and sun.

They include every spectrum of the sky, from the early morning sliver grey  that comes hours before the break of blue begins to mature into day.

Long before it melts into the time of day between light and dark.

It is made up of the twilight that illuminates the sky line like roman glass with its soft pastel hues.

Deepening into jewel tones that appear after sunsets turn into midnight black that cover the the night the sky in the darkest shades of blackberry blue.

Blue clouds are all the tears we produce both joyous or sad. 

Blue clouds are the veins in our bodies that we always had.

Dependent on the amount of oxygen needed to make the iron rich blood coursing through our our veins appear blue.

Blue clouds beget the questions we have deep inside.

Blue is the faith we choose not to hide.

 

All rights reserved copyright (c) 2019 Natasha Vanover