SHADES OF GREY

Shades of Grey

 

An orange streak hits the spot

Where day and night meet a lot.

Flames float to the sky

From arms raised up high.

The light play continues through the night

As we watch and hold each other tight.

The sky lightens to shades of grey

As it welcomes the coming day.

Happy, we made it through the long, dark night.

The rising sun is a welcome sight.

THE FIGHT

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“ View of Mt. Fuji from Mt. Tenjo on a cloudy winter morning
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THE FIGHT
Night into day.
Day into night.
I’m swept away
As I hold tight.
The night numbs me,
Making me cold.
The days rush by
As I grow old.
I prefer day
When the sun...

 

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View of Mt. Fuji from Mt. Tenjo on a cloudy winter morning

THE FIGHT

Night into the day.

Day into night.

I’m swept away

As I hold tight.

 

The night numbs me,

Making me cold.

The days rush by

As I grow old.

 

I prefer day

When the sun shines.

The night is fey,

Dark through the pines.

 

Night into day.

Day into night.

Days become grey,

No strength to fight.

 

THE DARK FOE

Dark day
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Night drifts closer.

Black replaces blue.

Clouds fall slowly.

A dark day for you.

 

Grey clouds soak the pink.

The waves hit the shore.

I know what you think.

You can’t take much more.

 

Truth is hard to bear.

Our town lost its glow.

Nightwalkers are here.

Lost to the dark foe.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

PUFFS OF PINK FOR ME

The fog yawns long and wide.
Flowers have given up the fight.
There is nowhere to hide
From grey’s terminal blight.
One tree withstands the night,
Growing to immense height.
No one else is in sight
to witness its lone fight.
Grey mist ends the...

 

The fog yawns long and wide.

Flowers have given up the fight.

There is nowhere to hide

From grey’s terminal blight.

 

One tree withstands the night,

Growing to immense height.

No one else is in sight

to witness its lone fight.

 

Grey mist ends the day.

Some color I must see.

Hanging in the grey,

Soft puffs of pink for me.

 

A Field of Flowers

 

Through a field of flowers.

Pink petals in my hair.

Follow the babbling brook.

At the mountains I stare.

 

Green grass for carpeting.

Wisps of white clouds float free.

White snow caps the mountains.

Grey rocks all I can see.

 

Grey surrounds oasis.

A mirage that can’t be.

Flowers lift their faces.

An illusion for me.

WOLF

 

 

 

He comes in the dark night.

Before the morning light.

Grey is the color of his large eyes.

He can see as far as the crow flies.

He is a gorgeous creature of the night.

He is much too scary upon first sight.

As I courageously draw near.

He backs away to disappear.