By Cullen O’Hara 

Blueberries, 
Dark blue, Matching the night sky. 
Purply essence unveiled, 
As when the sun sets, 
Blessing the world with one last kiss. 

The juices of the evening, 
stained across the sky and land 
basking in the golden colors of the setting sun 
Until night sweeps them away. 

The breezes like whispers 
Carrying the scent of sun dried grasses
Across miles of gilded land 


Stars appear, 
little holes in the deep blue sky 
An owl hoots mournfully at the humid air 
As deer cautiously come out to graze 

Night is coming. 
The shield ’round the world. 
Resting in the still, humid air 
A world of peace