Shades of Gray
When the sweet sun begins to kiss the dark moon
and squirrels have spent light’s quickening play,
the shadows begin to fall quiet much longer,
pushing against the deep shades of gray.
When bird’s voices sing silent awaiting the morn
and flowers fast lose their color’s display,
the sharp seems to soften, lost senses still straining,
pushing against the deep shades of gray.
Copyright © Sherry Bradley | Year Posted 2021
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