Grey

The world has turned grey.

Glutinous cumuli clog the air,

Turbid ash-heaps pressing down

Choking weight, portending

Dull iron drops to pound

Stripped faded tree-corpses

And moil raw black dirt

Into clotted sludge that crams

My head: thoughts crumple,

Congeal, bleached into fog,

Until I learn to see reversed,

Pearl-veined mist ethereal

Bedewing my mind, radiating

Forth to repaint in silver-tone

Rich fusions of earth and water

Reflecting dark shimmers,

Elegant images of regal trees

Unashamed in sere-skinned

Nudity beneath the flowing

Damascus steel arch of sky.

The world has turned grey.