the day we went hiking

 
the reservoir
burned blue
tin foil that bounced beams
of sunshine
between the crevices
of a quartz stone quarry

the bird
a striking Blue
Jay that streaked color
across crumbling oaks
charring to dust

a chipmunk
chips away at a walnut
chattering cheekily
believing himself to be
camouflaged into the trunk
of a white ash tree

memories embedded
into woods that wind
wistfully whispering, wondering
why I was blue

and waltzing through
the wicker wonderland
we waited for one moment

when wings brushed in blue
bonded us to nature's simple truths.