What many view
as drab and gray
I prefer
to a summers day
The misty veil’s
whispered embrace
A tranquil kiss
upon my face
fog enveloped
Muting sound
a calming quietude
clouds developed
Muting light
a welcome solitude
His beams
hidden
His glare
subdued
To his
long slumber
for
Winter is due
Honorable mentions from Chat-gpt when asked to add onto my poem:
In this serene, elusive hue,
My spirit finds its tranquil view.
Amidst the quiet, subtle gleam,
I wander in a reverie’s dream
and
The sun, it rests behind the shroud,
Its brilliance dimmed, its warmth avowed,
Yet in this hush, a peace descends,
As quietude upon us bends.