blown away - in shades of gray

the sky looked a little sad;

not the kind of sky that a good day
would choose, to unfold under
(if days – or people – could choose).

blossoms drifted from a nearby tree,
in saucy swoops,
and the setting brightened, a tinge –

as I meandered in shades of gray.

then:  a white petal
fell to me, so softly,

I was able to hold out my hand
and pluck it off an enchanted breeze –

and just like that . . . 

I was blown away.

photo:  Blossoms in Branches – W. Bourke 

© 2013 Wendy Bourke