Shades Of Gray Poem by Ron Kilgore

Standing by the water's edge, I think
Of her and cinch my collar close to void
The chilling breeze. She said...........

Mist, so fine it fails to fall but taunts
My face to let me know it's in the air,
Veils the distant shore, a quarter mile
Away or more, while ripples lap beneath
My feet and roar in miniature relief.

..............I had always
To be right, everything was black
And white. I never thought myself that way.
I wonder why.............

Darkened trees on the opposite side present
A belt which separates skirt from blouse,
Preventing water from touching clouds ashen
In a canopy that folds low overhead.
I never knew so many shades of gray.

.............. I was oblivious to see
That which now she finds repugnant in me.
Yesterday I felt so confident in myself.