Blue And Gray Through Seasons And Months (For Sandra Fowler With Great Admiration) Poem by Indira Renganathan

It's raining outside.Slips out my little thought
To Check if the rain's pouring blue..no it isn't..
Back to its place little thought finds blue bright
Words that make me take a blue breath of relief
As with the ocean

Madam Fowler, I like the way you like Blue..great word
As 'in blue dusk, blue fragrance, blue rains, blue lines'
And that 'blue window' out to reach this vast world..
I open..ah! ! what a great blue sky that makes all blue
Madam Fowler, I like the way you like Blue

More you step up to months and seasons to craft
Your poems are seasons' gifts to months oft
February and spring are friends here, a koel sings invites
The best nexus of poetic hands earth has through its spin
Madam Fowler to reach your august heart

Madam Fowler I like the way you like gray too
Down 'the gray quilt of dusk' a 'gray sound' pleas
'Gone into eternity divinely 'gray scented' you
May your poetic efficacy be showered on me too'
Madam Fowler I like the way you grace your poems