My misty morning gray poem
Lingers in the air, like a London fog.
My quiet gray poem,
Silky gray,
Satin dawn gray,
Smoky gray,
Waiting for the sunrise, to blot out
The veil of morning mist,
That hides your smile.
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
First written Oct.1998 with a series of color poems, written with my pink Crayola pen, purchased from our local post office.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem