the grey fog
matches my grey eyes,
the various tints on a mourning dove’s feathers,
the shadows in birch bark,
and the worn wet wood of the river docks
Grey
the grey fog
matches my grey eyes,
the various tints on a mourning dove’s feathers,
the shadows in birch bark,
and the worn wet wood of the river docks
spanishwoods 
a beautiful, peaceful shade 🙂
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once again, we think alike today… 🙂
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love it!
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Gray’s my favourite colour,excellent write.
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It’s very tranquil and unassuming, and it lets other colors shine a little brighter. All really wonderful qualities.
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now that you say i realize yes,it’s a generous colour
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Wonderful mystery!
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It can be mysterious, you’re right.
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I appreciate the beauty of the unknown shown here, thank you!
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Thank you.
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Beautiful words. And fog is often so inspirational.
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Thank you and I completely agree.
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Beautiful one!
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Excellent! … and it didn’t rub its back upon the window-panes, as in Eliot’s J. Alfred Prufrock poem! 🙂
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I have always had a hard time understanding Eliot, but I love the imagery of his words.
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Lovely words all softened by fog. 🙂
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Thank you Eliza.
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a beautiful poem….congratulations!
I love grey eyes….
best regards
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Thank you.
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