Blue Haiku

his favorite color
her blue eyes
in the wintertime

blue smoke
from a sputtering boat
she coughs

three-year-old grandson
requests a blue one
Covid-19 mask

hand cold and blue
she remembers
her grandma's warm hug

pop fly
a blue moon
appears motionless

blue water
something I’ve never seen before
maybe one day

no hands!
a blue popsicle hangs
from his tongue

be empty like the blue sky
the only cloud
on the horizon

penned in cursive
grandma’s recipe
calls for fresh blueberries

porcelain plates
the edges golden
with delicate blue embroidery

twilight
the room colored
in shades of blue

handful of m&m’s
I sort out
the blue ones

green leaves
against the soft clouds
blue bird’s chirp

the blue bikini
borrowed from her sister
her own sunburn

fourteen strokes
each side of each finger
blue hospital scrubs

black lives matter
a silent moon over
flashing blue lights

her left eye
different from the right
black and blue

hands and paper
stained blue
I grab a new pen

her eyes . . .
the deepest blue
has me lost at sea

blue fish
painted on her cheek
summer art fair

visiting the grave
with a little lamb statue
her blue baby

the sky tries
to match her eyes
it cannot compete