The time of cerulean
skies. That brighten 
with heat, chasing the rain
And leaving pools
To be rippled with bare feet.

It lifts like the flight of the Indigo
Bunting. Even the dark crow
hints at gaiety
in her hidden cobalt.
It’s easy to feel light.

The Summer Azure
reminds us
what it is to be beautiful:
merry and carefree,
perhaps even self-forgetting.

Summer is full of blues
Except when it isn’t.

When the gray won’t lift,
And the rain keeps the butterflies
At bay.
When the birds don’t sing
Or maybe we just don’t hear them.

But maybe that too is 
just a different 
shade of blue.