Between the clouds
and the ground
and the leafless trees
I see 12 different
shades of gray
As dusk begins
to settle
the daytime
folds in upon itself
Without sun
or moon
in sight
there are no shadows,
but the grays
blend and deepen
A coyote’s lonely call
hangs
unanswered
in the thick, dark air
This is for National Potery Month/ NaPoWriMo, and is linked to Verse Escape where the amazing Hedgewitch is doing extra duty with FF55 each week in April.
In Other Words 
Mary, I left my comment on FB, but will say again how I that thick air howling comes alive for me. Did you forget to link this? Of course you may not even see this, but if you do, I took the liberty of linking you up.
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It posted! yay! Complete with an extra I, too. 😉
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