Sitting with all that’s gray,

I remember

not to be lured away

by memories of sunnier days

 or forecasts of lasting gloom.

I see

 crow light on dogwood’s limb.

I smell

 fragrant, new mowed grass.

I hear

 cardinal’s plaintive call.

I feel

 breeze upon my skin.

I taste

the salt.

I know

everything will  pass.

                                                                     JDG