I always get the winter blues, but it's my own damn fault for not getting out into the sun. However, here's a poem by Robert Francis that tackles another type of winter blues--colors.
Winter uses all the blues there are.
One shade of blue for water, one for ice,
Another blue for shadows over snow.
The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice--
Both different blues. And hills row after row
Are colored blue according to how far.
You know the bluejay's double-blue device
Shows best when there are no green leaves to show.
And Sirius is a winterbluegreen star.
from Come Out into the Sun: Poems New and Selected (University of Massachusetts Press, 1965)
I going to continue the discussion of winter blues with my take on one particular shade!
The Price of Blue
The only blue worth
writing about, late in
January each year,
is a blue--vivid, yet pale.
Deep within a snow bank
it resides--a shade that
some may never see for the
white that surrounds it.
It is hypnotic. Once seen
you'll want to excavate
the enigmatic blue to
find its origination.
It evades! The deeper
you dig the further it
slips from your grasp.
If you persevere you
may find purchase,
but in doing so you
will undoubtedly have
paid the price of blue.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
Tara at A Teaching Life will lead you through the Poetry Friday Round-Up this week. Stay warm and keep away from snow banks!