Grey Days

So....anyone guess the hidden meaning for the last poem? If you really want to know, leave a comment and I'll tell you.

Grey Days

These grey days have a loveliness
Of their own entirely.
A time for rest; a time for life to
Pause and hearts to breathe.

These quiet shades of grey and white
Are not the sun, its true.
Yet they cover the old earth with a cloak
Before the world turns new.