Oregon

Gray is

            rain dancing on the green leaves

            mist that helps the sun create a rainbow

            ponds painted like burnished pewter

            fog that settles in the valleys and clings to the cliffs

            mighty waves crashing during he storm

            haze that nestles in the hills among the trees

           harbors full of boats moored in  docks grayed with age

           outcropping rocks overlooking mighty rivers

            roads and paths that lead us on adventures

            stones ground smooth in the rushing rivers

            classic bridges that take us from here there

            barren trees whose branches slice the sky in artful pieces

            ribbons of highways that shoot across the state

            smoke rising from chimneys where the home fires burn

            squirrels and wolves and creatures that forage in our forests

            rippling sand that borders our Pacific  paradise

            silver glazes laying across the waters

            waterfalls pounding the rocks

            shadows cast in the snow

            pillows of clouds that billow across our skies

Gray is the color of my home

Oregon