3D BLUE:

 

There’s a soft filter on the world this morning, low yellow light

crossing the horizon makes us squinty-smile. Hedge rows recede 

into the distance, shadow puppets in tones of blue, watch us 

through the lifting mist, blinking. All the clouds are smudged 

today, release their grip on the sky, benevolent offering 

pale promise of blue with all it’s summer memories.

 

(K)