I am gray
I am gray
the softest gray
gray of the morning dove’s wing
gray as the misty morning fog
kissed by the rising sun
I am gray
of a frozen winter lake
of a shadowed distant hill
I am the gray of
of the stones of the hearth
where bread cools at the end of day
the gray of a woman’s fine silk dress
catching the evening’s glow
I am
the gray of goose down
plucked to line her nest
gray as the fluffy tail of a squirrel
racing against the wind
I am gray
as milkweed fluff
bursting from the pod
I am the gray
of the sail of the yacht
far out across the bay
the gray of the weathered barn
shelter at end of day
I am the gray
of the soft woolen scarf
that shuts out winter’s wind
the gray of a hand thrown cup
made from the finest clay
Gray
like the blowing bark of the birch
strewn across the snow
or strings of a violin’s bow
Gray
as the comforter
draped over the foot of the bed
Gray?
Yes gray
Its gray I am!
Gray as the hairs
of the wise woman’s head.
the softest gray
gray of the morning dove’s wing
gray as the misty morning fog
kissed by the rising sun
I am gray
of a frozen winter lake
of a shadowed distant hill
I am the gray of
of the stones of the hearth
where bread cools at the end of day
the gray of a woman’s fine silk dress
catching the evening’s glow
I am
the gray of goose down
plucked to line her nest
gray as the fluffy tail of a squirrel
racing against the wind
I am gray
as milkweed fluff
bursting from the pod
I am the gray
of the sail of the yacht
far out across the bay
the gray of the weathered barn
shelter at end of day
I am the gray
of the soft woolen scarf
that shuts out winter’s wind
the gray of a hand thrown cup
made from the finest clay
Gray
like the blowing bark of the birch
strewn across the snow
or strings of a violin’s bow
Gray
as the comforter
draped over the foot of the bed
Gray?
Yes gray
Its gray I am!
Gray as the hairs
of the wise woman’s head.
10 Comments:
Have to give Tess of Chameleon Chronicles credit for inspiring this post.
I didn't think I could find a way to identify with a specific color
Thanks Tess
Gray now seems like a much richer color to me. Great poem. I'm glad Tess inspired you. How are you feeling?
I love this, so beautiful, right from the first line - the morning dove's wing. I am visited by a pair of collared doves, and I love their elegance. Now I will think of you when they arrive! Thank you.
I love the way you took a color that writers so often associate with something glum or mundane and made it beautiful and welcome and WISE! That was terrific.
I've been away from my keyboard a few days and so just found your flu bug. He's outstanding! Perhaps you need to hook up with an ad agency for that guy, I totally can see him being squashed out by Theraflu or something in a commercial. So glad you're feeling better.
oooh this was wonderful. I haven't yet done the "write as you are a color" excercise from AW but now I am insipred!!
~bluepoppy
I keep coming back to this poem over and over again. I've just copied it to keep on my study wall (hope you don't mind). Such beautiful expression ... the softness and tranquility of gray ...
Thanks to each of you for your visit and your comments.
Please excuse me for not writing individual responses - my energy is still very limited
Pam - I am honored
I read this and said of course you are grey and oh so lovely. Your words are beautiful I could just read this over and over again.
A lovely celebration.
How uplifting to find beautiful associations for the word/color grey. That word has done its time taking a bad rap! Now I shall think of it as beautiful :-) Very timely since I was noticing all the grey on my head this week.
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