Francine Roberts Poet Couplet

Grey

It's almost dark and in the ominous sky,
grey on grey clouds floating by.

Lighter grey where blue used to be.
Darker grey, floating free.

Slower now as wind dies away
and the two greys merge with the waning day.

Like a black and white movie - no colour seen.
Trees now black instead of green.

To black it fades, this colourless night
as the drifting clouds, and this day, take flight.

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Connie Marcum Wong July 16, 2017 at 10:00 PM My favorite time of day Francine....I often write about twilight, my last was In the Gloaming. Twilight is peaceful and calming as is your lovely poem! : )

Lewis Raynes July 14, 2017 at 12:33 AM A beautiful description of the inevitable Francine, great write.

Alfred Berggren July 13, 2017 at 8:33 AM YES, i OFTEN WATCH THE DAY FADE AND TURN TO NIGHT i SEE THE COLORS OF THE TREES TURN FROM GREEN TO BLACK . aLL THAT YOU WRITE ABOUT IS SO REAL.