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

cyan rivers wild
shallow
untamed
claimed by golden-pink cirrus-threads
dancing to the sun
coolness wraps solitary & 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