Gray

Some days are gray

The branches become the centerpiece of the sky

A tenacious leaf gets its moment

They are the bursts of beauty we need

Some days are gray

Quiet is the noisiest sound on the street

You get the world to yourself

Discovering the winter coats of the houses nearby

Some days are gray

Not meant for overachieving and striving

Without the invitation of the sun to shine

We rest in equilibrium and grace

Some days are gray