Gray
Today is gray.
Smoky gray, dusty gray.
Not stormy gray, but blue gray.
I see the chiricauhaus, dark blue grey
Against a faded blue gray sky.
Even my soul feels gray.
Irises look
A bit ragged and
Lilacs frayed, a bit wilted.
The red in the flag seems faded.
The Pampas grass is black hearted,
Even the weeds are puny.
The edge of depression.
……………
Well, that finch
Over in the peach tree
Is not depressed.
He insists
He has found something
Worth screaming about……..
Pesky, screechy, little pest.
How can I enjoy my
Depression with
Him around.
TG