blue, mountains, nature, poem, skies

blue on blue on blue

Can’t help but wonder at the splendor of the color.
Can’t help but breathe deeper and believe it’s really cooler and fresher,
and life is surely better.
That the magic we’re all chasing is hovering there,
in the soft blurry ancient  mounds.
Sweet blue, on blue, on blue color.

original unedited photo (photographed 6/4/19)