In winter, leaves shrivel like sun dried prunes under skies of blue
I follow a breath, a wisp of warmth, like ice on flames of blue.

Spring begins, and limbs of trees rise like giants with slumping shoulders
Driving the coast, froth and fizzing of waves in aqua shades of blue.

Heat of summer; work days like marathons in a desert of endless rolling dunes
As Cheers reruns and Micheal Bay movies leave us kind of blue.

Fall saunters through, a vacation of heat, leaves turn from green to yellow
Nudging branches in cool breezes, long sleeve shirts in dark blue.

Behind wooden window panes, blue eyes take in water, frozen under yellow light
Smell of pine, slender green needles resting on the wooden floor, an ornament of blue.