Gray Day

Grey Day

Today is gray.
And, cold,
And, wet.
It feels like me.
It feels comfortable,
Surrounding me like
An old gray army blanket.
Even though it scratches a little.
There is nothing quite so cosy
As being fogged right in.
You have to stay in and all commitments
Are forgiven.
There is freedom in being gray.
Gray is not quite so intense as black
Or sunny yellow.
Sometimes we just need to be in between.

A place of rest.