In Shades Of Grey Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

In Shades Of Grey



A cloud of morning air hangs heavy
as a wet blanket
over a world it subdues
of its clamor, its chaos;
reduces it to shades of grey.

A fog that smothers out the mundane
stirs the senses;
drives the mind deep
into streets
of contemplation.

Other worlds pass by me
muted, unspeaking,
then disappear into the mist
as they follow
their own voices home.

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