Sometimes gray is necessary to make the colors seem even brighter...
Autumn on Gray
The things I see are not that odd -
reflecting puddles, driveway cracked -
yet still I see the hand of God
in Autumn leaves and trees that act
as podiums for Heaven's skies
and playgrounds for the birds on highs.
The sky is dark but still there's light
and shadows play beneath the trees.
The green, the red, the gold so bright
all shimmer in October's breeze.
The beauty of this Autumn day
can't be undone by weather's gray.
My eyes reflected in the glass
show brilliant colors just like Fall,
but still you see the season's past
that brick by brick have built a wall.
If only you could see beyond,
you'd see the beauty in the bond...
For colors seen are ne'er as bright
as when they're seen in front of gray,
so even when the gray goes white
and hazel colors find decay,
you'll know the life they lived once more
with every photograph they bore.
View me reading this poem here: https://youtu.be/H0-EM5a8BUo