The gray, the gray, the gray.
I don’t mind the snow.
I do the gray skies that appears,
and with the flakes.
Those gray clouds fill my headspace,
Said cottonballs absorb my bodily and
psychic energy slowing me,
and like a car engine with no oil,
The snow itself doesn’t bother me.
The gray clouds use the snow,
to eradicate the bad, the moisture,
the negative energy.
After the snow is on the ground,
I welcome the blue, blue sky typically,
so, so clear that
I feel a jolt of energy.
The pristine whiteness mirrors,
the blueness shining,
right into my inner core,
Written 2/1/2021, Snow day, Boston, MA