On any given day
the water might be blue or grey
when it is grey my mood is somber
the heavy clouds I watch and ponder
but with breaking sunshine my spirits lift
enchanting me such a precious gift
changing my mood to a brighter hue
while turning the water the sweetest blue
poetography.ink 
Good poem and the title is right.
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The setting was right too.
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it is a beautiful pic; I like your little ode to blue 🙂
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Thank you John. I was compelled to ponder on what the person at the picnic table was thinking in such a lovely setting (Lysterfield Lake).
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Such a pretty word picture
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I took the picture while doing some fieldwork. It demanded a poem.
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That’s wonderful
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