In-between

‘Twas gray gray moody yesterday by the bay,
The sky was gray, the sea was gray–slate gray,
Though truth be told a darker murky green
Imbued the slate fading the surface sheen.
Cloud drifts allowed a blue to billow through,
A nice blue, a sky blue, gnawing gray’s view.
At horizon, a hazy brown band, and at the fore,
Craggy barnacled boulders browned the shore.

Wished to ensconce inside the wind and gray,
Not like a summer day. Wanted to stay,
To ponder, to be immersed in drab gray cold,
Yet thought himself too old to relinquish hold!