Gray, Dingy Day Gray, dingy day. Rain, Fog, Grunge-encrusted snow. And yet… Rain drops sparkle On black tree branches. Fir trees glow In the distance. It’s always there. Others are Reading Poerty When the Flies Comes Home Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: LOONEY LIMERICK 14 When Your Military Husband Leaves Home Maybe Finding Me Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * nine × 9 =