today is grey overcast rainy
a day without sunshine a day in may a day of grey
a dove is grey calling for morning...mourning...
a mouse is grey as he sits in the shadows
of the house
many birds are grey sometimes hard to tell apart
grey is the color of my true love’s eyes
grey is often the shadow of brightly colored things
songs can be grey
a mood can be grey
a memory can be grey
grey holds everything only holds it a little lighter
Note: I selected this poem blindly. I first posted it on May 23, 2014, the day after my Son's last birthday, still alive, but sick. I was just beginning to know the meaning of my greatest pain.