Grayness (Sonnet)

Spare glimmer-glints of sunlight touch the leaves
Of twisted half-dead trees as chilling rain
Blows in with Summer, falls incessantly,
Painting squash vines’ leaves with mildew’s stain.
Suspicious sparrow looks in vain to find
Invaders it fought yesterday all day
That in the car’s side mirror seemed so tough
But have, with sparrow’s purpose, gone away.
All things must pass–and passing true that is,
Yet I’m not ready to be put away
With old bent forks and broken earring backs
Though bent and broken’s all I feel today.
Small doses of this grayness teach the mind
To know the rest of life as soft and kind.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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