I embrace the grey. Where pavement glistens in the rain. Where clouds paint every inch of sky in shades of loneliness. I am touched by the greys of nature, stones peppered in hues of silver, the undersides of lifeless leaves, glistening beach sand and broken twigs. My eyes wander off clear cut paths to spot the fluff of squirrels’ tails or the fringe of a bird’s feather now fallen. An ancient tree speaks to me in somber tones, begging to share his story. Does he remember the forest floors of ancient times? Or is it all a foggy blur? I caress the rough, dappled bark of a walnut tree. It’s ok. I’d love you anyway. Grey takes me to a place where black and white, wrong and right can mix and mingle into maybes.
dull sky, sparrow spies
the grizzle drizzle of grey
open wings take flight
It’s Haibun Monday, open all week at dVerse Poets Pub. Bjorn has asked us to consider grey as a subject for our haibun, ” to bring grey into a personal (non-fictional) piece of prose. Add to that a haiku (with season and nature)”. Feel free to join in with us.
mishunderstood 
Your haibun really soaked into me. Especially nice last line.
What a lovely depiction of grey, a positive slant.
Oh how I enjoyed this. It is nice to know you speak to and caress trees the way I do. I love your greys in this…all of the greys of nature. Simply beautiful.
I like the description of the ancient tree wanting to tell stories.
I think you have found beauty in shades of grey. The following line really speaks to me as I often listen to the stories of the trees.
An ancient tree speaks to me in somber tones,
“Grey takes me to a place where black and white, wrong and right can mix and mingle into maybes.”
That makes me want to stand up and applause.
Lovely journey through the landscape into the heart. The idea of loving a tree even if it can’t remember those ancient forests is wonderful.
A wonderful haibun. Consoling …
I love that haiku, Mish, with its ‘sparrow spies’ and ‘grizzle drizzle of grey’ – at least birds can fly away!
Lovely. We don’t need colour in beauty, like we don’t need loud music to have fun 🙂
So lovely, Mish. This especially,
“An ancient tree speaks to me in somber tones, begging to share his story.”
And it sounds like you do listen, and share.
A mingle of maybe’s is such a brilliant idea.
I love how you praised the gray… especially the end of the prose: “Grey takes me to a place where black and white, wrong and right can mix and mingle into maybes.” We need that more than ever.
I enjoyed your celebration of gray. It is the color of productive walks, as you illustrate o well.
An ancient tree speaks to me in somber tones, begging to share his story.
oh how beautiful. how vivid, Mish!
I never thought it like that but you are so right grey is where right and wrong can mingle and still hold truth.
Your hopeful words are a good antidote to these grey days. (K)
“Grey takes me to a place where black and white, wrong and right can mix and mingle into maybes.”
I love the journey you take with this, especially the last line. I also like how your haiku complements your prose, hand in hand.
I too say yes to grey. It is restful in many ways. Enjoyed reading your haibun.