Gray Days

It sits like a cat in a winter window.

It's gray again,
and again, and again,
muffling today
much like yesterday,
much like fresh snow,
lying wet and heavy
on everything,
slowing the tempo
and stripping away
any urgency.

Gray days on the San Francisco Bay, aka The June Gloom.

It dulls the day,
this June gloom,
muting colors
and reducing vibrancy,
converting all
to a washed out
black and white snapshot,
flat and melancholy.

It erases the difference
between sky and bay,
hiding the horizon 
behind a murky smear
of charcoal and faded beige,
a thin ribbon of light
fighting to break through.

It sits like a cat 
in a winter window,
staring at us,
motionless,
slowly dissipating,
saving more
of the same 
for tomorrow.