It sat there unphased

Solemn, almost

It grabbed my attention in a different sort of way

Clouds and wind, a cool breeze on the coast

While walking in late spring it felt like October

I stopped to look

I inched closer

It was like blueberries in vanilla ice cream

Surrounded by leaves of green

Perfect little petals resting like tea cups

Delicate, so full of beauty

Little blue marbles and soft white pedals pointed up

I stared at that bush as in a daze

Onlookers must have thought I was crazed

It looked like a perfect painting: pure white flowers with sapphire blue spritz

Like a bride on her wedding day

Blue eyes, holding a bouquet

I was reminded of my friend who married that October at the Ritz

That naturally ornate bush resembled her

I haven’t seen her in so long

But in that moment someone said: “Hey, strain-ja”

A familiar face came from around that bush

I was in her yard

I looked

There were those blue eyes

She smiled and said, “Are you checking out my hydrangeas?”