THE DAMP LIGHT

On this day, the sun is wane-weary in the mist of an offshore fog-
come ashore and  gumming the works.
It’s a damp light all around
and the foundry of heaven has come to a halt
with one anvil ringing in steam
as Blue retires 
from its perch
so the Grey
mayhap-
and the Dawn
drab.

but the hawk in my eye is immune.