' Gray Skies, Really Grey... ' by MoonBee Canady

I Looked Out My Quartz Window, Today

Any Lavender Bloom, Had Long, Withered Away

Instead, It Seemed Like A Pale, Charcoal-Clay

Had Been Lumped Across, The Sky To Lay

Waiting For An Arctic Potter, To Play

At Molding Gray Skies, Really Grey …

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The Clouds, Looked Like Silver, Tumbling Rocks

Gathered and Galvanized, In A Wintry Dock

Or Like Gray Wolves, Chasing Wooly Flocks

Or An, Old, Cold Woman, With Ashen-Locks

Blocking Aerial Light, Bent-Down, and Dropped

Those Gray Skies, Really Grey …

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It Appeared Like Picked, ‘Pewter’, Cotton Balls

Or Bubbling-Mist, At The Bottom Of Waterfalls

Or Like Smoke Billowed Above, A Granite-Castle Hall

Or Plumes, Drifting Across, Leaving A Slate-Scrawled,

Voluminous Message, On A Vaporous Wall

Of Gray Skies, Really Grey …

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Cloudy: Looked Like Metallic, Rolling Stones

Platinum, Aluminum, Steel, or Tin-Toned

Clumped and Smoothed, Sculptured-Pearled-Domed

Which Some Tornado, Had Lifted and Thrown

Or Like Some Hurricane, Had Heftily Blown

Thru The Air, ‘Til All Was Iron-Monochrome …

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(Thru The Wistful Window, In My Home)

Beneath A Thick, Overcast Blanket Of Foam

Letting Feathery, Flights Of Fancy Roam

To Collect Into One, Big, Thunder-Tome

Reading That Dark Cloud-Mass; It Reflectively Shone ……

That Gray Sky, Was Really, Beautifully Grey