Cassie58

Grey Day Whispers

cloudy mornings offer comfort 

cosy like a shawl in winter 

while the regal swans are swimming 

gone the minutes i grow colder 

let me wander where I want to 

freedom is a precious gift 

 

away from all the ties of living 

here I breathe in fresh air crispness 

drear the rippled surface misty 

ghosts come calling drifting nearer

veils like trails that swirl and sashay 

out they are to spook my day 

 

leave me be i am not ready 

mellow autumn yellow ochres 

round the margins sit a necklace 

on the edge of calm grey waters 

little boats of many colours 

fallen leaves from weary trees