The wet grey blanket
of the morning mist
leaves a drop
of water clinging
to a gray-green branch
in its orb
the greyness
of an overcast sky
remains trapped
for a brief moment
before it falls
only to be
absorbed into the grey-grey soil
reflected in a puddle
of gray-green water
I watch
my greyish face
wrapped in a grey shawl
and wonder;
when did all the colors leave?
Today at dVerse MTB Laura introduces to us the concept of color motif in poetry with examples from Imagist Amy Lowell. Now when autumn is close I think that the most persistent color is to be gray.
September 18, 2025
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Good question. I enjoyed your poem, loved the visual of the overcast sky trapped in a drop of water 💦❤️
Thank you, to me it was a way to make the gray even grayer.
You really captured grey in this poem, Björn, and I love that solitary drop of ‘water clinging to a gray-green branch’ with the reflection of the overcast sky trapped in it, and final question – that’s just how I feel when autumn is over.
This is what it will feel in a few months.
that second stanza is a poem in itself – loved the unison of greyness from sky to earth
Some days are just grey
ahhh, yes, grey is the color of the week 🙂
you made grey beautiful!
I think it is actually
as but we must age, mustn’ t we
nice one Björn
much♡love
We all become grey
The lack of colour and feeling grey and invisible is both tangible and beautifully described in your poem
It feels that way some days
Very nicely done, Bjorn. I like your reflective ending!
Thank you
I enjoyed how you used the puddle to bring the grey to the speaker. I loved the ending.
Beautiful
I felt this, Bjorn. You painted this just right to bring us to that heart-moving close.
Love the last line ‘and wonder;
when did all the colors leave?’ Makes one stop to think.
Thankfully, I no longer live in the UK!
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Don’t be wishing late Autumn on us any sooner than it must be, Björn – though I too appreciate shades of grey which you capture masterfully in both the drop of water and the puddle…
Colors are like teeth, wasted on the young and seldom for the old. Amen.
“a dropof water clingingto a gray-green branch
in its orbthe greynessof an overcast skyremains trapped”
Imagist, but so very real too. I love these two sections as a single drop can show you the whole sky. And gray. What a stunning way you used gray in this poem. I love it. Thanks.
👏🏾👏🏾 Bravo. Excellent use of gray.
Bravo! This is amazing!
Björn you capture the mood of loss so well, using everyday, visual detail. The grey imagery is very effective and the final question gives it emotional resonance- I love it 🩶
Very effective, Bjorn. I love that ‘drop of water clinging to a gray-green branch.”
You colour grey in the deepest shade of grey. Beautifully done, Björn.
You captured all is gray so well. I like the focus of the raindrop from which the atmosphere is generated.
Late to comment, but love this poem … especially as I am almost totally grey haired in a world that generally ignores anything / anyone grey … ❤️