A gray, cloudy day

Lake slips into a mist of gray
Horizon broken by trees stripped by Fall, 

bracing for winter.
Seasons change, storms pass.

A metaphor for life?
Fifty shades of gray, stripped by storms, 

bracing for loss.
Where is the hope?

A Blue Herron floats over the water.
The Spirit floats over the chaos of life.
Flashes of color break through the mist.
Seasons change, storms pass.
God--not lost in the gray.
Hope.