The blue you fall into

There is a blue you fall into
on a winter morning
an eternal blue
-remembered-
of reflected fields furrowed gold
and
cyan rivers wild
shallow and
untamed
claimed by golden-pink cirrus-threads
dancing to the sun
coolness wraps solitary and still
below the branches of the hackberry & maple
whispering of
night things & moonbeams
birds silent
breezes rising shifting
dark to alice-blue-gleam
the blue you fall into
Winter morning dream