The Grey

The Grey

A Poem by Lori Brown Boniciolli
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The Grey


The oppressive grey fog bares down, crushing brittle bones.

The shrouded landscape struggles beneath the weight.

Gnarled tree limbs search the sky for light.

People slog along like wounded soldiers going to their graves.

The dimness has lasted for days now, and I have succumbed to a stuporous slumber.

© 2017 Lori Brown Boniciolli



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yes, the long grey weather can sink into our bones, rounding our shoulders and stooping our heart...the long life seems weary...but all things that live and grow, all the things that wait on spring, know that it is coming, and we are ready for another dancing cycle round the sun...

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yes, the long grey weather can sink into our bones, rounding our shoulders and stooping our heart...the long life seems weary...but all things that live and grow, all the things that wait on spring, know that it is coming, and we are ready for another dancing cycle round the sun...

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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