GreyThisDay


Again this morning

Pewter skies envelopes

My color like

A washcloth absorbing

Fresh blood leaving

Me a ghostly

Pallor of grey

Everything is muted

Like school children

Shushed by nuns

Hoping for the

Sun’s recess allowing

Glee and abandonment

Yet here I

Lay staring up

At gray grey

Much less than

Gay this day