Grayday Reveries

Silvergray: This the color Spread like a shroud over wet brown earth As rainmists hang low, Submerging the land in a sea of clouds. All the world should be asleep today Thoughts wandering uncalled Through wide dream landscapes, Communing with nameless wonders That populate our deeper, silent halves. The great circle of living and dying rolls on, Distinctions blurring in the wider scheme As all comes down to the same, in the end, Because: Beneath the greening of the summerwarmed earth Corruption proceeds in its slow work Feeding the living on the fruits of its breakage Of the form and substance of the dead. Somewhere someone's just given birth; New eyes open to wonder at this world. Somewhere someone's dying; Eyes closing to wonder at another.