Quiet greeted me
This morning heavy
Damp muted skies
Like puffy eyes
Not yet tearing
I await rain
This murky morning
Once colorful my
Outside world lays
In dank noir
Day lost grandeur
And its definition
Everything looks similar
Yet very unfamiliar
Like I do
When I catch
Mirrored glimpses of
Myself wondering
Where yesterday went
Today has aged
This dawn old
Gray as the
Hair I touch
Despite the clouds
I awakened new
Fresh and thankful
To yet again
See another day
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 