Blue in December (II)

Winter uses all the blues there are.

One shade of blue for water, one for ice,
Another blue for shadows over snow.
The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice -
Both different blues. And hills row after row
Are colored blue according to how far.
You know the bluejay's double-blur device
Shows best when there are no green leaves to show
And Sirius is a winterbluegreen star.
Robert Francis, Blue Winter

Earlier in December, I commented on how blue my native landscape seems in winter, so it was delightful to encounter this poem by Robert Francis a few days ago and learn that this gifted poet also viewed winter landscapes as being "all about blue".

I do not wear much blue (apart from good old navy blue), and there is little or no blue in the decor here at home, but this little house is definitely blue on the outside, a cheerful shade of colonial blue-grey with white trim, and it is always a welcoming place to come back to. Did I use the word decor? Accumulation is a much better word in the circumstances - I accumulate and heap things up and never think about decorating at all. Home is a happy and completely serendipitous accumulation of books, overstuffed chairs, old oak furniture, figurines and prints, and I wouldn't change it for anything.