Gray (poem)

Blue eyes

Makes me think of shallow seas

Blue skies

And trees with baby leaves

White sheets

Makes me think of wedding dresses

White clouds

And clean messes

Red wine

Makes me think of common blood

Red roses

And abused love

Black hands

Makes me think of weakened Sampson

Black crows

And forgotten origins

Yellow sun

Makes me think of untouchable things

Yellow petals

And feathers without wings

Gray hair

Makes me think of endless halls

Gray clay

And sometimes nothing at all

© 2011 Holly O'Brien