Shades of Gray

There are shades of gray you'll only find

In the folds of a winter sky,

As day goes creeping wearily

And the sun begins to die.

At dusk, as sunlight fades,

The walking shades caress the light.

Shadows wash away all but

The brightest of the bright,

Leaving only shades of gray;

Lifeless, dull and vague;

Threatening, foreboding,

Like the darkness of a plague.

Never only black or white,

Never night or day,

Life is filled with colors

And infinite shades of gray.