The Quiet Gray Poem by Joseph M Donatelli

August 15 dawned a small gray light
Feel the stillness of the misty white
Yet beyond the tree line pounding surf
And the channel bell calls out

So quiet as the leaves do flutter
In the white wet misty breeze of summer
Another day at Pemequid released
Peacefulness allows my ID to sleep

And I writing from the old Inn porch
Feel nothing save the ease of nice
And wonder little as the gray
Returns my soul to paradise this day

And nothing turns my head except
The mist and sleeping breeze
I am at rest awake asleep complete
Pemequid saves me from my dreams