I dressed in grey not even realizing I was being absorbed into the shroud. A canopy of clouds hung over the earth and not a break I could find would let in the sunlight. A bleak rain on my windshield after a fresh snow the day before solidified my own reasoning of why everyone has been sick all winter. I haven’t. Somehow, so far, I have been well, even in the midst of it. There have been other things to deal with, but not sickness.
The sun is still up there. Others elsewhere are looking up and enjoying it.
My eyes see so far
Winter only lasts awhile
More than shades of grey
dVersepoetspub.com haibun Monday. 1 to 3 paragraphs with a haiku at the end. The prompt word is grey. Good word for today was a very grey day.
mehflowers 
…being absorbed into a shroud. Yes, winter is like that. Well penned.
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The winter smells compensate for the grays sometimes. As you say, winter is only for a while.
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It is nice we have the gift of anticipation… brings hope of a new day!
Dwight
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That shroud talks of a host of things.
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I always say I pity the folk who don’t experience winter, because they can’t experience the anticipation of Spring. Sometimes, in the midst of winter, I wonder why I say that …..
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Blending into the shroud is a potent image.
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I really like the fact when you see that the sun shines somewhere… yes winter will leave.
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I felt that blending into the grey, wearing the colours of the season and air, maybe that’s why you weren’t sick as the others, you became one with the season. I feel a lot of resilience in your haibun.
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