Untitled Gray
Untitled gray,
A monotomy of a day
Too gray,
A day whose
Newness — in its usually wee
Promising hours
And weather — kept stalling
within
Indefinite gray
Dim
Drabness yawning a refusal to change…
Until the darker gray of dusk
Wiped it away
In a heard, but by windows unseen,
Pouring rain.
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This poem truly captures the reality we’ve been living through lately. I can almost hear my husband’s curses…
I definitely get the many shades of gray. It permeates the air. Thank you for sharing!