Comments about Ron Kilgore
Shades Of Gray
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.