Gray

This morning
On a gray sky
The dark green
Pines silhouette on,
Raindrops gossamer
Web the vistas to the
Lake a silver-gray all
On a midsummer’s
Morn in this place
Away from time
Enchanted by
An innocence
Fleeting but
Drunk deep
In a long
Swallow
My cup
Refilled by
Gentle rain.
A pace of life
Refilled here
By a gentle
Politeness
Like the
Silver
Lake.