Yesterday grinned like a giddy November flower
Today drips from heaven's eaves and strips gaze of its bower
It lolls, a listless lake in leafless limbs stripped of
cajole
It drapes a shapeless cape across croft, coppice, creek and
knoll
It hangs a hood on brooding woods and veils the face of day
A weightless, widespread weight agape in gray on gray on
gray
It muffles manmade mayhem in a diadem of fog
The car we hear but cannot see, the neighbor’s barking dog
A velvet vroom gone viral, it obliterates the view
And makes the small man reckon he is smaller than he knew
The Artist of this Masterpiece mutes colors giddy-gay
He murmurs ‘it is good’ and moves his brush through welkin tray
He, Whisperer of spheres metes more than meets man’s naked
eyes
Today He chooses gray; plush hush shrouds Expectation’s
prize
© Janet Martin
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