now the times of gray

haiku

now the times of gray

seep into tender pearl green

harbingers of spring

murky morning

haiku

 murky morning with

the valley fog huddling in

tints of greenish gray

whispered thanks

another gray day but clear

so i can see across the valley

to portland’s west hills

and hints among the clouds beyond

of cascade mountain snow peaks

i whisper thanks to my earl

for his generosity and caring

in building our home

on this stubborn foothill

in fulfillment of my wanting

to watch each morning’s sunrise

first of the year sunrise

 pale orange and muted gold

streak and tinge aqua morning

as purple-blue storm clouds

loom over eastern hills

and silhouetted Mt. Hood