Glide in the shades Of Grey

 

Glide in the shades of grey

The grey is never a colour to me;
it's a warmth of a cloud when it hides
the scorching sun in the stride.
It is the teasing gesture of an old child
still hiding somewhere in the wilds.
It's a gentle veil, as here, shimmering behind which is a tint of pink, a casual kiss,
the evening shades of leaves,
the coolness after a storm,
the touch of warmth lingering on the sand
as the children leave to join the band
of the beach crowd, some leaving their spades back in a hurry.
The grey is the love that covers them all.