A Gray Day

The dawn was an eery shade of smoke gray.
A storm bruised and seized the sky today.
Haunted by fulfillment or lack of,
Now just cobwebbed empty alcoves in my heart.
I'm half flesh and half hole.
Nature provides those feelings that are missing in the technologically bound soul.
Simplicity transcends.
My mind bends to figure out the summer of ends.
But enchanting was the late August lush leaves
and plump berries of the trusted old crabapple tree.
Alive I feel, like a child, a spirit set free of fear.
As the flap of a bird pounds the atmosphere.
Teeny chirping prayers for sun warmed ground.
More is heard in the quiet, than the conversing aloud.
Listen for the peace that nourishes the soul.
My heart steel gray, replicates the day
My soul grows young as my body grows old......