Color in the Grey
by Dave Mudford © 2024grey clouds of death brew
sorrow's breath now rises,
captures morning dew
grief despite his guises.
his precious red rose
held in memories grasp,
weary track he knows
melody now just rasps.
beloved for fifty years
embracing life together,
through laughter and all tears;
now alone in stormy weather.
thorns scar his feeble hand
still he clings with all his might,
so the color may expand
to erase grey from his sight…
the precious Rose of Sharon
dying on the greyest day,
to bring life to our barren
so, love's color we survey.
Note: This poem is about a man who has recently lost his wife named Rose.
The prompt was a black and white photo where everything was grey including the storm approaching overhead. A man is sitting near a well worn track holding a red rose (the only color in the photo), grief is etched on his face.
