grey days
lead to contemplation
of sunnier times
when all those around you
have lost their way
when the fog of doubt
clouds the mind
and the notion of thought
becomes an ocean
and the stars no longer shine
where is that compass of mine
Category: Grey
Haiku 3,3,3 Grey Hair
my grey hair
showing through
bamboo shoots
Caught in the rain
In these days
I have forgotten the rain
its moisture
a distant memory
The shadows over the sky
darkening greys
seem nonexistent
In the City
of glass and concrete
the desert sands
swept them away
Rain
I feel the rain
For when the clouds begin to gather
Each morning
I see their thoughts collect
of natures wears
and although it may be grey
my feelings are at bay
the sun will shine through
The Golden Tears 