Tidal treasures for which I search elude me, no colorful glass, no smoothed stones, everything's cloaked in gray. Today the tidewrack offers small piles of driftwood and debris; white and gray seagull feathers, bits of rope, possibly a cat's skull, eye sockets portals in which my fascination lingers; think of my Father-in-Law's open casket, of words I'd like to say. His casket was gray, his silver hair gently combed, his face unlined, rested as if sleeping, treasured rosary and worn prayer cards clasped in folded hands, his gray suit-front crisp as I laid my hand upon his chest. The chill of the wind brings me back, spy a red button in the sand, remember the array of beautiful red roses atop his coffin, know they too will join this season's fade to gray.
I wish for one more
"I love you" but seasons change
and red fades to gray.
by Margaret Bednar, November 29, 2018
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Toni's Challenge - Mono no Aware" write about change, loss, not full blown depression but a subtle, wistful sadness. 150 words or less and in the Haibun format (which includes a Haiku at the end)
Evanesce - to disappear gradually, vanish, fade away.