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.