a found poem
the color gray appeals to me
the full spectrum
from pearly pigeon-breast
to ashy or granite
to weathered cedar-plank
a cloudy, foggy, or mist-ridden morning
a cool gray break in a too-long stretch
of overheated, UV-saturated, blue-sky days
Found in Robert Michael Pyle's The Territory of Tint in the Januaray | February 2007 issue of Orion Magazine
Not sure I entirely agree -- I could use a little sunshine today. But I do like grey.
