Blue as cornflowers, delphiniums, bachelors’ buttons. Blue as Roquefort , blue as Saga

Blue as still water. Blue as the eyes of a Siamese cat. Blue as shadows on new snow, as a spring,
azure sipping from a puddle on the blacktop.

Red as henna, as cinnamon, as coals after the fire is banked, the cardinal in the feeder,
the roses tumbling on the arbor, their weight bending the wood,
the red of the syrup I make from petals.

-by Marge Piercy