The Gray

The nights grow longer

and the daytime, shorter

with the drizzle that 

crawls down your neck

sinks into your bones

and makes you long

for feathered blankets

and the comfort

of a warm mug to

wrap your hands around. 

We huddle under hoods

and hop puddles

looking down and missing

the human warmth of

the smile of stranger

and the greeting of friend. 

Here’s the invitation:

Will you?

Will you throw back

your rain-coated shoulders

look up from your phone

let the rain fall onto your face

and wash away

worry about elections


Will you chase away 

the gray with the satisfying

gift of listening to a friend?

Or tackling a chore and acting?

Will you let this day 

be the gift it is?

Will you?


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