Shades of Gray

I spent the night solo at camp, staying up very late and finishing my book:  50 Shades of Gray.  I woke up to a very overcast and gray day on Friday and realized I'd been writing about 50 Shades of Gray long before it was all the rage.  Here's a link to one I wrote a year ago:  http://fiorghra.blogspot.com/2011/08/april-camp.html

Here's one I wrote Friday morning:

Shades of Gray


Nothing does bleak better than a marsh in spring
The smoky gray water that sparkles on another day is unrevealing and foreboding
Unapologetically reflecting the dreary sky of an emerging day
Great stark limbs of dead trees protrude from the hoary surface
Obscured further by a fog 
                  creating a translucent and vague outcome 
The lush reeds of August remain below the surface 
                  just reeking of anticipation
On this morning, even the wildlife that come to feed in the marsh
Maintain the muted motif of dull whites, blacks, and of course, grays
And when you pull it all together it goes from dreary and dull to 
Startling, exciting, brimming with uncertainty and promise 
And you never knew 50 shades of gray could be so beautiful.