Old Blue Eye, or: Blue is the scarf spring wears on her shoulder

Finished...









... the embroidered patch beside the glass
fragment comes from this old kitchen curtain,
I imitated some of it below.
And the eye not only looks sleepy, but
sort of sophisticated...


"Blue is the color of the sky
Without a cloud
Cool, distant, beautiful
and proud.
Blue is the quiet sea
And the eyes of some people,
And many agree
As they grow older and older
Blue is the scarf Spring wears on her shoulder.
Blue is twilight
shadows on snow,
Blue is feeling way down low.
Blue is a heron,
A sapphire ring,
You can smell blue in many a thing:

Gentian and Larkspur, Forget-me-nots, too.
And if you listen
You can hear blue
In wind over water
And wherever flax blooms
And when evening steps into
Lonely rooms.
Cool is blue:

Flame shot from a welding torch Is, too:
Hot, wild, screaming, blistering Blue—
And on winter mornings
The dawns are blue..."

(Mary O´Neill, from: Hailstones and
Halibut Bones - with thanks to Deb G
for bringing it to my attention...)