Cool gray

Cool gray is the morning from my sheltered spot.

Warm and quiet, my kind world lies fresh around me.

I feel the defining touch of little feet calling me to reality,

stirring my mind toward awake.

I venture into this morning

yet not so far that I cannot reach the door back into my dream

before it slams shut.

Even in this state I know I cannot stay long.

It is a curios dream that beckons me to stay

and see where it goes.

Interesting words I’ve never heard,

concepts I’ve never considered,

faces I’ve never known, quietly succumb

to the cool gray of morning from my sheltered spot.

D Woodall, 2007

The picture is a drawing I completed in the mid-late 90's

Gray Morning, 18 by 22 inches, pastel on paper.