Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Grey Silence

Grey rainy days,
Quiet, silent
Clouds drifting across the sky

Silently life begins
Slowly, effortlessly
From the sky tears

Changing over night
Washing away
The hurt and grim of other years

Revealing secrets
Beautiful, alive
Once again the world is new

Grey rainy days
Quiet, silent
clouds drifting slowly away

Till next time....

2 comments:

Hopper said...

Hey... thanks for dropping by my site and leaving a note... always nice to make new acquaintances in the blogosphere...

Also... I like this poem a lot... it's very... terse... it almost reminds me of a Beckett play...

I'll come back and check in here again soon... take care...

Harlequin said...

...I so like the feeling you have conveyed here... the grey is as much felt as seen