Gray Situation

Leaves fell to the ground
and made a pile
they were the color of bark
almost like bile
The ground was cold
roughed
and edged
not too far away
was a crack that held
a bird
that was wedged
the bird had died not to long ago
it's wings were dark crimson
and it's body had taken a hard blow
someone knocked it out of its place
the bird collapsed without
the touch of grace
now rain is starting to fall
and the leaves are turning black
color of night
hue of plaque
not too far away
was where cruelty did arrive
The drops are soft
warm like broth
smelling of earth
death given birth
it's cry is loud
now that it is born
it's presence draws no crowd
the sky is forlorn
the rain gets lighter
and finally it begins to stop
it will never get brighter after the last drop

Reviews

[Michael X]

the color gray defines this poem in spectrum and is felt immesnely without concern-
classic approach- you have a natural flow.. I really like the way you string words togther
this poem is dark.. reading is like downward spiraling into a black hole.. Nicely done