“Everything I do is stitched with its color.”

W.S. Merwin, from “Separation
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The gray sky bleeds raindrops into my world. January feels leaden, a Michigan-gray, displaying a perpetual pallor that cloaks the woods near my home in a silvery mist. Even the pine trees wear greenish-gray shrouds, dark phantom smudges against the gray sky.

Winter and its frosty brightness have abandoned me. Gone are the nights when snow-light played on the ceiling above the curtains, closed to shut out the glare of the streetlight. Instead, gray shadows flirt in the darkness.

This gray is unresponsive, unattached, and neutral… it won’t be the star of the show, the vibrant leader, or the director. It’s too safe and weak for that. Yet, this gray of winter alleviates me from a riotous world. Everything I do is stitched with its color—shades of gray saturate—like whispers in the corners, where light and sound can’t penetrate.

Gray is an old soul searching for the light.

© Colleen M. Chesebro

This bit of prosery is for Lisa’s prompt at dVerse, where she asks us to write prosery to W.S. Merwin’s line of poetry: Everything I do is stitched with its color.

41 thoughts on “The Gray of Winter, Prosery

  1. Colleen, such beautiful prose!!! You’ve captured the grey in its shades of emotion elicited by it. It feels like we’ve been floating in it here in Michigan for quite some time now, without the relief of snow, as you mention. I like how you give it a redeeming aspect of calm from chaos.

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        1. I’ve been stuck inside for because I’ve not been feeling great. I got out this morning when there was a glimmer of sunshine. We have groceries. LOL! Now, the clouds have rolled back into place. It felt good to get out.

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  2. Even though the weather is and has been grey for what seems like eons, it comforting in some ways. Your last line is perfect and the paragraph prior to that speaks volumes.
    “This gray is unresponsive, unattached, and neutral… it won’t be the star of the show, the vibrant leader, or the director. It’s too safe and weak for that. Yet, this gray of winter alleviates me from a riotous world. Everything I do is stitched with its color—shades of gray saturate—like whispers in the corners, where light and sound can’t penetrate.”
    I love this piece! 💖

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