The gray sky sheds some light as yellow sphere peeks through
This morning the sky looked undecided--
a wide stretch of gray
with a few slow openings
where light tried to slip through.
Nothing dramatic.
Mixed weather that slows your steps without your noticing,
without knowing why.
As I walked,
my mood echoed the weather;
not down, not bright,
just in-between,
with a few thoughts I let be
for now.
A narrow strip of sunlight fell across the pavement,
warming one arm
while leaving the other in shadow.
It made me smile…
the way the world makes its partial choices
and keeps moving.
Perhaps this half-gray sky
is truthful in its way
a sky that shows
both the weight
and the light
at the same time.
11152025_Vientiane
Gray sky on rye bread
Seasoned to taste, rain or snow
~ Bites when the wind blows
Sky as gray as fresh concrete. Cold like her too. Jet plane noise permeates
atmosphere, but we cannot see it yet. Plants are brown except for red sumac.
A flaming reddish blue, high class red. Winter is waiting in the clouds to be
summoned. Autumn sighs, not ready to relinquish her season.
autumns cold gray sky
her browning up is complete
jet plane noise ahead
S-trong brewing storm
H-as turned into a fine day;
E-arly light is shining,
R-ays take the haze away.
Y-our birth brings much mirth to the Tuesday dawn;
L-onely dusk disappears, dark shadows are gone.
A-pril nineteenth is fun,
P-ure delight denies the night;
O-ne twilight passes by,
G-ray sky is turning bright.
Rain clouds loom overhead
it was supposed to clear up today,
I really wish the sun would come out
and a breeze to push them away.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.13/2015
The sky is dark and gray today. Kind of looks like we might get a thunder and lightening storm.
Against That Pale And Ashen Cold Gray Sky
Dark colors of oak branches spreading high,
beds of Autumn's fallen leaves are resting.
Against that pale and ashen cold gray sky,
Nature is contemplating and testing.
Winter waits its rebirth in sweet repose,
Passing days yield to time's eternal ways;
Clouds cast forth water from heavenly hose
Soaking high forested hills, filling its bays.
Man and beast alike face Nature's splurges-
Instinctively both yield to its power,
While embracing primitive deep urges,
Race for safe cover in which to cower.
Tall oaks grace this fantastic and harsh view
Nature moves forward collecting its due!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-28-2016
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Gray light penetrates
Ocean of candescence
Above me laying idle
To hope on this dismal day-
For these constraints to absolve
Paralyzed sunshine of the day, gray kissed skyscrapers in faint
Blurry dance stuck in the air as the dew pervades some occlusions
Day sketched gloom in beauty behind the droplets of breezy nimbus
These leafless trees remind me
of the ebb and flow of soul...
As the sun slides lazy through a thoughtless gray sky
my mind is forced into misanthropic musing,
watching the tumble of deadened leaves tustling
by way of an influential breeze
The blazing summer life, now just an afterthought...
the euphoric encounters all memories so instantly distant
...could they be just dreams? Yet the sights so vivid...
sounds piercing beautifully into willing eardrums audience
Her laugh and "sunny day" way of saying anything at all....
I can still tast her lip gloss and sugar coated optimism
No, this is no dream...the contrast between here and then
is so stark it can only be but an impossible yesterday left lingering
like the last life you lived but cant recall.
Now consigned to nostalgia like a security blanket
faded and wearing to paciphy nothing at all
Here is the season of holding breath til one day
I might breathe fresh and newer life like springtime
This cycle is mine to bear...
...a fair weather phoenix rising and falling all too often
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