Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Gray Days

It is a gray day;
The gray clouds are raining
Gray rain on a dripping
Gray city.

This is the only way
I like to see it;
It lends a tragic grace
To all these sad, gray, twisted

Sometimes, I think they are
Bitter against all
That made them grow here.
But on gray days,
They are only sad—

Sad they are ugly;
Sad they are old;
Sad that they die in a world of

Today is a gray day.
File:The Rain..jpg
Simon Kozhin, The Houses of Parliament, Rain. 2006.

1 comment:

  1. It's a gray day here too. But I don't mind. Soon enough it will be boiling hot.