A friend, mentor, fellow blogger, Diane Moore resides half the year in Sewanee, Tennessee. I don’t think she has quite embraced the gray landscape of Gothic architecture and mountain mists. Today, her blog came to me while I was looking out on our warm green landscape and feeling tired. I loved her words and composed a found grossblank. Found because these are her words. Grossblank because there are 12 lines of 12 syllables. Here’s to the contrasts of colors in our lives:
A Gray and Green Day
For Diane Moore
This neutral color of gray pervades The Mountain
This morning. Gentle rain, iron-colored sky mists.
Pearl, charcoal, silver, gunmetal replace old gray–
Pessimistic hue no more uplifting than fog.
Color dignified by Gothic architecture.To be creative, stare at green life, lighten up.
Walk in the woods; Alleviate anxiety.
Sacred shades of green and blue signify a new
Paradise of painted oceans, spirits lifted.Poetry in emerald peace, trees leafing out.
Grass drinking dew, mint fragrant in spring memory.
Even the sky is the color of my opera.
Reflections on the Teche 
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