A stray gray cloud glides across a
sky softly washed
with white as waves
crest and break far
from shore. In just a matter of
minutes the sky
has lost its blue,
the day, its gold.
Yet, the ever expanding gray
can’t grab our joy
and run. Our joy
outruns all gray … today.
JDG
Great poem today. Thanks so much for sharing. I enjoy reading your blog very much!
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