Lo' the gray

Reflection on a leaden day

lo’ the gray
long leaden day
born from cinereal,
bred to be somber
wearing its drab mood
swinging low,
over the
stained tree tips.
blustery drafts
dragging tufts of
stony fog, 
a slow smoky 
snake sliding out 
from between
the stone legs
of the forest dun.
lo’ the gray
sucked away
into night’s
greedy lungs,
achromatic glow
losing the last
of its shabby
cheer.

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Dive today from the cliff of what you know into what you can’t know.

— Rumi

Poem 20 of 31 in the series “The Liminal Season.”

Today’s word prompt was “gray” from my friend Rangana. It’s been a very hot and sunny summer without much relief from the sun. So for me, a gray day of late have been most welcome.