Living Tree Poetry

Everything’s blue this day.
Sea, sky.
Even the green bush
is softened,

under a blue gaze.

The colours of my heart,
as changeable as the sky,
today split into shards
of multi-coloured light,

lit by the sun.

I realised then
there’s no colour, or feeling,
or thought,
that should not be given space

to exist.

But what’s been hurt
will take a step back,
can change
and give up its inclination

for shadowing us.

As even dark,
and grey that seems not to move,
weighs less
and merges with the predominant hue,

when held up to the light.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
September 2018