April Blue

April is full of blue - deep blue, violet blue, duck-egg and turquoise, royal blue and dusky faded blue, periwinkle, indigo and ink, sky blue and lilac blue. It always seems to me so much the colour of life and I wanted to write a little celebration of that.

You can read the last line(s) however you choose, adding the "for now" after "is enough" or sandwiching "for now" between "is" and "enough" or you can simply leave "for now"out entirely. Does this qualify as interactive poetry like interactive art? I like the idea of that - that the poem is finished as the reader chooses and with the possibility of variation at different times or through different eyes.

April Blue

The blue of April is the colour of aliveness in all things.

 Hyacinths, deep-laden with their haunting, heavy scent;

 aqua clutch of thrush and duck and blackbird, smooth and secret in their hidden nests;

 soft swathes of April rain hanging in twilight-coloured veils across the valley;

 evanescent, perfumed seas that wash the woods blue with sudden bells;

 shining violets, in dew-drenched grass and mossy rise;

 forget-me-nots with fragile, sky-painted petals that drift easily afloat;

 blossom-etched mornings that break in quiet, cloudless skies;

 periwinkle hills that show against the sun on shadowed indigo horizons.

Blue in light and water, bank and field;

blue in air and breeze, wood and tree;

blue in nest and cloud, flower and flame;

blue in sunlit morning, hill and sky.

This blue brightness, colour of joy itself, fades out all longing to be otherwhere.

 Just to be alive and present and now

 and to know this moment in all its sweet blue April glory

 is,             enough.

     for now,

A handful of April Blueness.