Students - For the past few weeks, I have picked more berries than I have ever picked! Strawberry season was not great here in Western New York due to a late frost and then short drought, but raspberries and blueberries are joyfully out of control. My small patch of raspberries usually yields a small bowl of berries, but this summer I am up to picking around 16 quarts of raspberries. Blueberries are just coming ripe now, and while we have some here, I do most of my blueberry picking at a local farm with more bushes.
Today's poem simply sits with the color blue of blueberries. Sometimes I think about how few blue foods there are. Candies, yes, but not even so many. So blueberries are indeed special bringing a sweetness to the color blue.
If you wish to write today, look around. Let your eyes fall onto a color that delights you. Allow that color to take you on a small journey of thought and wonder.
Margaret is hosting this week's Poetry Friday roundup today at Reflections on the Teche with an ode to some jam made by a friend...more berry love! Each Friday, all are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.
xo,
Amy
What a wonderful tribute to the blues of summer! I need to make some muffins right away.
ReplyDeleteOooooooh! So much fun with that word, BLUE! Wonderful rhyme and playful feeling. Thanks for this!
ReplyDelete"joyfully out of control" - I love that! And it's how a really good poem sometimes feels (even though a ton of craft and thought went into it). Enjoy your blueberries!
ReplyDeleteAh, love my blueberries. Our season here is May. My mother-in-law has bushes full. Now I have to eat supermarket blues. Blue is a rare food color. Thanks for this poem.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Amy! Your poem reminds me of Mary O'Neill's classic Haistones and Halibut Bones. I agree that with blueberries "blue is perfectly sweet."
ReplyDeleteOh I love "plucking blueness from bushes." I read a book about blue in nature and how it's actually kind of rare.
ReplyDeleteNo blueberry picking but I eat them every day! They do not give me the blues! Love your celebration, Amy!
ReplyDeleteThis is just so PLEASING. Off to load blueberries onto a bowl of Cheerios....
ReplyDeleteFalling into color-- what a luscious image and delicious poem. Thank you, Amy!
ReplyDeleteLove this. Today's color is yellow. As I was walking this morning, I stopped short to see a goldfinch on a seed head just feet in front of me. I stood and soaked up as much of that yellow as I could before he flitted away.
ReplyDeleteI'll tag red from my raspberry bush for today–Lovely poem Amy, it tastes delish, thanks!
ReplyDeleteSuch fun with color, Amy. I'm working on a color poem: I am [color].
ReplyDeleteAdorable!! I love the refrain and the blue blue blue celebration of juicy July blue! Yum
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem . I’m writing to an elderly gent who’s favourite colour is blue . I shall send him this poem thank you 😊
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