Better for me to simply say
my very favorite color's gray.
Instead, I tried to explain
how it's the color of winter and wonder and rain.

And how can I complain?
Sparrows wake me every day
and every night I hear the trains
pulling, pulling, pull away.

I hear the thunder slowly fade.
I grew up in a leafless shade.
So many things I try to say;
I throw my words, they ricochet.

“Tell me, sir, will you have your coffee with cream or sugar?”
“Cream, if you please.”
In a room with rich furnishings and the light of candles bouncing off the walls, two men sat. One, with a very dignified face and bright blue eyes was dressed in a smart, red uniform; and the other with a glance of cool, quiet knowledge was arrayed in a blue coat with gold buttons. These two men were sitting by the fire and sipping coffee while glancing at the flames with serious eyes.
“The wind blows exceedingly strong this night,” said the officer.