Gray-Blue

Gray-Blue

A Poem by Nicholas

There's a kind of morning that makes you want to crawl back
into your warm, cozy bed, and refuse to face the day
that begins with a gray-blue sky and the promise of rain.

When the gray-blue sky comes you just want to lie cozy and watch
the rain go: down
                          down
                                     down, drip drop, drip drop

tip-tap, tip-tap-tapping on the window like an old friend, asking to come in
while you watch the trees dancer, wishing they, like you
could simply sit cozy in bed and watch.

But they sway, arms gracefully twirling, like dancers
before your throne, like a monarch, watching their performance
and marveling at the beauty of the gray blue day.  

© 2011 Nicholas


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