A vast pane of November slate
tiles heaven’s underbelly,
a gray interlocutor
mediating our bond with infinity above.
Unseen in plain view,
misjudged as dull, dreary.
Nature’s Mona Lisa,
so expressive and captivating
in its inscrutable mystery.
Do you think beauty is a thing “out there”?
I guess it could be.
But November gray sits in cold distant reservation.
You, the observer, must approach it.
You must squint to make out those subtle blue waves
and eggshell white punctuations.
If you don’t, it’s just a dreary gray blob.
About the Poet
Anthony M. DeGennaro is a research scientist living and working in Long Island, New York. He received his Ph.D. in Aerospace Engineering from Princeton University in 2016. This is his first poetry submission.
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Stunningly beautiful
Lovely poem!