Gray---The old dog knows

A poem I wrote while sitting on the front porch during a thunder storm. The brandy was good, the lightening and rain made for fresh air and the cigar matched the brandy well.

Gray--The old Dog Knows

The color of the sky as the rain comes down
I sit in wonder with golden brandy
This is joy I would not have seen in my younger form
The gray shot with golden lightening
Am I old or just more in tune?

The brandy strong across my tongue
A gold
The old white dog across the way
Enjoys the rain, it reminds him of
Younger times

The rain from steel gray sky
So fresh, so joyous – am I old?
But the air so fresh so new joy
Hard at first and the so calm
Like youth moving in to age

The green of grass so new
My senses all in tune
My eyes take in natures colors crisp
So sensual…..
Brandy and a good cigar---

Age adds experience
That youth cannot know
Green of life, gold shot through
The old dog knows
Youth misses so much
Colors gray green and gold

Fine gold Brandy
Grass so new and fresh rain
Good cigar mixed with fresh clean air
Lightening gold across the gray
The old dog knows…
Joy is all around
And the storm is gone