Gray Hills

One small gray view ago
the window offered up her pane
bland sharp with peacock
rain stained tints
a view that bred a restlessness
a church of feelings, small regrets

The fog folds up into itself
in serpent movements on a hunt
till there - a mainland lacking beach,
incorporates a pulse of black
and slowly blends from fog to night

Uneven thought climbs up the cliff
pastured promises chum up
until my mist is nothing more
than one small view, a gray ago

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Now shout it out so all in the valleys below can hear those profound thoughts.

[Phibby Venable]

Thank you for your wonderful remark, I hope all is very, very well with you!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

My pleasure... yes all is well, I hope the same for you.

[Emily B]

your voice just keeps getting better

[Phibby Venable]

Thank you, Emily, i wish we could travel and sell our book. I think it is just that my voice has such trouble staying inside so much xxx

[Emily B]

we need to have a family reunion for all our cafe relatives . . .

[Phibby Venable]

that would be wonderful!!

[Emily B]

someplace green, where we could enjoy nature and share words