Gray January Morning

Gray January Morning

For Margaret Scott

Gray day,

so sad and asking,

akin to winter thoughts,

but also a kind of cat-soft joy--

Let your intermittent rain

slowly stroke--perhaps to bend

into touch--even two

of those long-legged
seeking grasses, 

the ones always standing alone,

or still others grouped quietly

in small whispering communities,

until just now,

when I held them for a moment

in my camera-eye,

and they seemed to see me,

nodding in unison,

perhaps in agreement,

when, blown to left 

by some sudden

colder gust







and, as if closing

to possibility,
went back to their own,

gently let me go.

Kay Weeks on 1.12.12