Dare I post this? Okay, just to let you in on my musings on a gray morning, I dare.  My sincere apologies to any real poets out there. I think being an artist helps me see “gray” in a whole new way. It is not the bland, dreary drapery of a soggy day, but rather a foil for the beauty all around.

Written on March 16:

I awoke  to another gray day and since Scripture tells us "In everything give thanks," I've decided to rejoice in a gray day.

With apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning: 

Why do I love thee (gray day)? Let me count the ways. . . 

I love thee for your depth and breadth and height.

You complement daffodils and make them more bright.

I love thee for the blanket of diffused rays

Of light that gently illumines the glittering beads  

Of rain and dew, those unrequited seeds

That promise to nourish the coming  days

Of sunny red flowers and fruit-bearing trees.

I love thee for hiding the beautiful things

That I take for granted until they don't sing.

I love thee for causing the stillness to ring

With the jubilant thought of soon-coming spring.

With all of my senses and memories at peak

I love you for giving me cause to speak

Of the greatness of God who made much of clay

And taught me to cherish the blessing of gray.