Blue
freshness
clear blue sky
green-blue sea
creaking of ship’s hull writhes in warmth of sun
clearance
hope
scent of emerging ramsons creating
green carpet under trees in forest
sparrows flutes
clear calling and spreading:
“Here I am” to his mate
I call too, whistle
sun
warm beams, but shadow is still cold
Inside me
red heat of gentle tenderness
springtime
spring will explode
soon
atmosphere and light opens for
memory of a mountain in Piedmont Region with view to
Mont Blanc dressed in white and
blue
today blue peace
patient
waiting for
love