' Gray Skies, Really Grey... ' Poem 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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

(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

Written & ©: 2/17/10

By: The MoonBee