Pastel in Gray

by Martha Linsley Spencer

Translucent sky,
   softer than mother-of-pearl
   it gleams and grays
   over the city,
   over the river,
   above the bridge ——
Red, like a ruby
   hangs the trellised-star
   of radio.
Picked with golden-lighted windows,
   gray bulk of stone on stone
   merges into gray
   without a sharpened line,
   Where the Traveler’s Tower
   lifts its pinnacled height
   into the luminous dusk
   of the gray October twilight.

“S.L.M”