Posted on Apr 13 by SEASONS Magazine



By Enid Osborn

From Little Wakes


Blue, common as sky,

many as borage stars.



perched on the storm gutter,

burbling their melodies,

make the heart jump

more than sparrows in the grass,

for being blue.


And the dainty butterflies—the blues.

But their wings are brown, you say.

Watch. It’s the flutter that makes them

blue, and the shutter in your eye: You

have a part in their becoming blue.


And the dance your heart does

when you see blue: That, too,

is you making a plain moth

into happiness.

Originally published in the Summer 2017 issue of Santa Barbara Seasons Magazine.


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