Grey Morning Grey Morning Grey opens to silver Wings brush the dust off branches Soothing, softly against the leaves Mists float above the grasses So still the air So soft, the light So true and real I might learn Much from the quiet Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
