The iron-colored skies present <br />their plushy soft-tops with the swirled <br />depictions of a world <br />that match the furrowed firmament. <br /> <br />The wind that shakes the branches rattles <br />the stillness of a thicker day, <br />filling the air with gray <br />like cannon-smoke from absent battles. <br /> <br />The gray is kindly to confine <br />a poet (with a narrowed brain) <br />in winter—dark with rain— <br />to piece the parts of every line <br /> <br />with words the churning skies endowed <br />by misting out the smoother view <br />of any glimpse of blue <br />with grayness and a frowning cloud.<br /><br />David Nelson Bradsher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-what-s-black-and-white-2pm-12-26-07/
