grey

the grey of the day

slows time
thrashes it about
into the throngs
of memories
to yesterdays

this day grows slow

the grey
cools the
balmy May wind
swirling it playfully
by the Sun's rays

I do not whine

or complain,
for this grey
gently replaces
les noir of my hair
that has stored the days
of yesteryear

a grey veil

shall cover my eyes
from the rainbows
of my youth
but under this cover of grey
lie the wondrous colors
of many a sunny day

 ‘…lift not the painted veil

which those who live,
call life’
Percy Bysshe Shelley