{"id":369,"date":"2020-03-25T14:59:53","date_gmt":"2020-03-25T14:59:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thecatbirdsang.com\/?p=369"},"modified":"2020-03-25T14:59:53","modified_gmt":"2020-03-25T14:59:53","slug":"shades-of-gray","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thecatbirdsang.com\/www\/shades-of-gray\/","title":{"rendered":"Shades of Gray"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Shades of\nGray<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The trees are\nsilvered with ice, <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>limbs droop,\nunable to hold <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>the\nweight.&nbsp; Some have snapped, <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>pine sap scents\nthe air <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>against the\nbackdrop of slate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The branches\nsway in the wind <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>against smoky\nsky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pop, crash, a\nleaden branch snags <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>the wires and\nthey bounce in their coats <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>of ice.&nbsp; The house is quiet, no refrigerator <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>humming, no\nheat pump compressor.&nbsp; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The weak sun\ntries to pierce <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>the pewter\nclouds, <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>makes only\nenough light to read&nbsp; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>by the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Up\nThe River 5<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Albany\nPoets<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Shades of Gray The trees are silvered with ice, limbs droop, unable to hold the weight.&nbsp; Some have snapped, pine sap scents the air against the backdrop of slate. The branches sway in the wind against smoky sky. Pop, crash, a leaden branch snags the wires and they bounce in their coats of ice.&nbsp; The&hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/thecatbirdsang.com\/www\/shades-of-gray\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Shades of Gray<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-369","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-published-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thecatbirdsang.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/369","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thecatbirdsang.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thecatbirdsang.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thecatbirdsang.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thecatbirdsang.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=369"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thecatbirdsang.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/369\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":370,"href":"https:\/\/thecatbirdsang.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/369\/revisions\/370"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thecatbirdsang.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=369"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thecatbirdsang.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=369"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thecatbirdsang.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=369"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}