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The color of deep ice, the blue
frozen in crevasses, a hue
like none other. Such ice
holds memory in that intensity,
a siren song that calls the body.

The early dark of autumn
afternoons, the sky’s cobalt
evoke delight even as sun
departs, leading us
to the depths of night.

One fall, I sat in blue light
cast by stained glass,
a luminous veil. Amazed
by a message I heard
in prayer, I lingered
in tinted brilliance, gazed
about to see if others knew.

Was Gabriel an azure shimmer
when Mary heard him speak
the miracle to grace her life?
Often our answered prayers
are wisps of such light.

Photo by Baptiste on Unsplash

Stella Nesanovich

Stella Nesanovich is the author of two full-length collections: Vespers at Mount Angel and Colors of the River and four chapbooks of poems. Her poetry has appeared in many journals and magazines and several anthologies and has been featured on American Life in Poetry. She is Professor Emerita of English from McNeese State University in Lake Charles, Louisiana.


  • donna jean sieplinga says:

    Absolutely beautiful . . . I, too, often appreciate that deep evening blue with the black branches in shadow. Thank you for sharing your gift.

  • Thomas Bartha says:

    Thank-you, Stella. Along with your other poem today, two very fine pieces! I’ll return and read both again later today.