Gray Pastel


Glance out the window beside me

See dull gray of sky behind my dogwood tree,

Behind the gray is peeking white

Reminding me years ago of the sight,

Rick and I on our 25th anniversary in Hawaii.


There we were on a sunset cruise

The Hawaiian sky was of grays, not blues,

It wasn’t what one looks for in hues

and it didn’t go with dream vacation views,

Yet there were depths to intrigue out in the sea.


I made do with the gray, that day

I laughed at the book title, of gray in only fifty shades- what a play,

For now I could clearly see so many gradients in the far away

From dark to near-white, the uncountable sight of gray’s colors holding sway.


By the time I finish this poem I glance again outside

And the gray has turned to white.

And isn’t that like life

If you wait long enough, God makes everything all right.




  1. sherijkennedyriverside · February 28, 2017

    Gorgeous photo of the tree!


  2. Ellen · March 2, 2017

    For some reason I’m singing “I waited for the Lord on high, I waited and He heard my cry…”

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