I grew up in the woods of the Ozarks in Southern Missouri. A tree lives with roots planted in the earth and limbs lifted toward the heavens. I too am trying to grow deep roots while lifting my hands toward God.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Gray or Grey?

I want to go running but I am waiting for the sun to return from wherever it went sometime last month, or was it September? The forecast said partly cloudy today which is supposed to mean also partly sunny, but so far.... Anyway, running in this grayness isn't very inspiring, which makes it harder to motivate myself to put on the shoes and go.

Did you know "gray" is also spelled "grey," if you are British?

I am not British, so I will spell it gray. There are other words that I could use to describe this muck but I am tired of hearing myself whine about it...so I will try a little poetry...

Today is gray
like yesterday
and the day
(dare I say)
before that day
not a ray
came out to play
and so I pray
Grey, gray
please go away
and stay out of my hair, too.

I need to work on the ending.