Gray day. Everything is gray. I watch, but nothing moves today.
– Dr. Seuss
The sky is infinite in its longing,
full to bursting and ready
to spill,
and I
am many-colored, somber
-songing my way through
clouds and shrouds of sky.
I am hum and thrum and rum
-bled thunder, the spattering
of water
that must
have its own way. I am thread
-ed by breeze and the trees that
wear this ragged raincoat of gray.
.
written for phoenix rising.
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Oh this is Fine.
I like it, thanks for sharing it with us! 🙂
Oh my goodness!! Ragged raincoats on trees– goosebumps me 😉
I love this poem, especially the opening line.
You even turned your words gray. 😛
I wonder if our words can be gray sometimes. Like, we want to write in all our vibrant colors, freely and with complete abandon, but we put them in a gray straight-jacket, trying to make them conform and behave so that they’ll be presentable and acceptable.
I always look forward to your posts. This is wonder-
ful
grayness
I do hope you got some rain and it was not all for naught. Of course we got this poem, so we definitely got something from it! I like the title as well as the final line – “ragged raincoat.”