Here’s a piece of blank verse for a rainy day:
When All the World Is Grey…
When all the world’s comprised of shades of grey
you learn to see the beauty in the differing tones;
the infinite variety of muted hue and subtle shadow,
the cleverness of light against dark,
and myriad shadings in-between.When the earth is the grey of a winter sky,
you’re compelled to see the charm in a cozy room.
Cloud-washed walls reflect the dappled light of a leaden landscape,
as blue-white snow blankets ashy, bare-branched trees
that grow like gateposts beside a black ribbon of highway
stretching to the horizon.When the sky holds the grey of a summer rain,
you’re allowed to feel the healing
of nature’s softly falling tears;
tears warm and wet, washing clean the dirt and sorrow and regret
of a thousand missed opportunities, a hundred misunderstandings,
and a world full of misapprehension and fear.When all the world is grey,
you begin to see the color living deep within the tones;
the subtle blues of steel and smoke,
the effervescence of opal, pearl and nacreous shell,
the hard-edged spark of silver,
and the warmth of dusty lilac, mauve and taupe.When all the world is grey.
–D.J. White
