In any weather, any day,
Much is lovely that is gray -
Driftwood smoothed to satin by
The tide's cool fingers, early sky,
Lichen stars that lightly dapple
Stone walls around an apple
Orchard, birch bark, and the thin
Warped rails of fences holding in
Reluctant meadows, kittens' fur,
Dried wild grasses sweet as myrrh,
As well as cobweb lace on eaves,
Sudden wind in willow leaves,
And pigeons proudly marching down
The slanted rooftops o a town.
~ Elizabeth-Ellen Long
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