It's a blue day...
the sky
is leaden grey.
My words take flight
like birds
wings of white
against the dark
and dreary sky.
Hear them cry:
why?
why?
why?
as grey
gives way
to blue and white
and sun so bright
the mood turns light
and it feels right
to say, good night,
good night,
good night.
4 comments:
The Poem is lovely. Thanks Marie.
Thanks for giving me something to ponder on. And I have to ask. did I miss what Spectrum is?
Trellis is coming along. I can't believe how fast you knit.
Evocative poetry, thanks for the images. Hi-Hi is gorgeous!
Oh, you've started off Project Spectrum right! Love your poem.
I woke up this morning, looked outside and thought about Eyeore and gloomy days.
Nice grey poem to go with our nice grey day and grey project spectrum theme.
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