Grayed day,
you suit my mood,
with aptitude of originality.

Fat splats of rain on a trampoline
sound like jellybeans, exploding,
in arrogance.

Grayed day,
Cats fur rubbing my legs
with attitude, you suit my mood.

Drizzle of slow-paced rain
feels like vibrant colors of gray
in arrangements.

Grayed day,
you taste like food,
with explicitude of water falling…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 2/18/05