GRAY

A gray wolf of a day,

late October - nearly

November - damp,

keeping us indoors -

as if a pack of gray wolves

were out there  about

to attack and jump on us -

gray - not the color of fear -

but the after effect color

of our soul when

we’re in dead air,

hiding, unsure of our next -

not pleased with our past -

malaise - tired of being stuck

inside ourselves -

longing for a rainbow

or at least a light sliding through

a silent surprise opening

in the Eastern sky.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2012