Soft Blue
The sky is such a soft blue today,
like watercolour seeping from a loaded brush,
creeping across the horizon.
If I could I would lay my head
down upon its lap,
close my eyes, and drift
eider clouds tickling my nose
as they scud past.
I’d look down at naked poplars,
their skritchy-scratchy calligraphic limbs akimbo;
mute supplicants awaiting the slow explosion
of green ruffles and pollen confetti.
A time-lapse collapse into rustling
sighs but oh, my,
the sky is such a soft blue today.
Linda Studley 
You are making me homesick for blue sky, my guy and my dog.
When is school out? Oh, I heard geese for the first time today. Halle-friggin’-luja I do believe it’s Spring!
You are making me homesick!
Lovely words. xo
Thank you Stacy