When Everything Turns Gray

The charcoal sky grows darker

with the impending storm,

the shadows blend together

where they cast across the lawn.

Hear the thunder rumbling

its drum-roll lingers on...

lightening flashes thunder crashes–

the leaden sky responds.

Everything turns monochrome

as earthen as the clay;

mood is foul and scowling

as blue sky turns to gray.

Bleak and austere scene is cast

does nothing to allay;

the ashen clouds foreboding

to add to somber fray.

A pall is cast across the land

where once bright colors shone

we’re left morose and resolute

standing here alone. 

 

 © Ginny Brannan 2024

From NaPoWriMo 2024 prompt to write a poem that repeats or focuses on a single color. Mine is less about repetition and more about different iterations of a certain color.