Winter wears it’s colors proudly in this city
Fighting white with tropical greens
Peering around every West-Coast corner
Drab gray peaks and arches
Occasionally peak out from behind foggy haze
Curling around
Northern mountains
Leaving otherwise black vistas
With an icing-sugar like pose
After cold arctic winds
Blow off those quiet days
Maybe not everyday
But on the days it does
You look and smile and reach out
To say hello
Tag: gray
Inside of There (day 643)
I see wizards
Mingling
With hazardous potions
I see angels
Screaming
To mindless pebbles
And rustling up darkness
Digging deep down inside
Like leather bound bikers
Full of anger
Peddling motionless
Save small nods of the head
I see guard dogs
Chained
To harvesting trees
I see trimmed hedges
Floating
Like lingering strangers
Passing through the darkness
That creeps along
The side of the house
Trampling
Brightly coloured daisies
I see chains
Swinging
Back and forth and stairs
I see widows
Standing in the doorway
Holding a straw broom
Blue and white checkered apron
And a tight bun
Holding in gray
And many years of
Deep isolation
Prison (day 83)
Time slips by unbeknownst to me
Regardless of the patience I give to thee
Bars fill up the bland landscape
Gray and capturing
Relentless I feel is my tight schedule
Pointless I feel is my constant turmoil
Sunlight visits me in sun dialed accuracy
Bright and blinding
Visitors few, ladies are never
Friends aren’t friends, just forced communication
Green grass escapes from the sand
Sparse and hopeless
I am a jailbird, guilty and charged
I have been guilty of abusing
Societies deepest friends
Dry and inconsolable