Somber Is the Color of the Day

Somber is the color of the day... Window glass distorts the view, of the dreary afternoon Prisms of light cavorting outside, are reflected from the dew and rainbows are splashed, from an old pewter lamp as if to divert me of my mood While quietly, I sit, and ponder it all, my pen is close, my chin in hand Pinned back, my strands, a sweater, old, is pulled around the chill woven in colors, of various yarns, as varied as thoughts that take me away My mind is lost in a wakened dream While trees are tossed about in winter wind, and leaves lay dead beneath the snowy mounds a fire glows, and a storm now keeps me bound One shard of light from a neighbor's home across the hill, a distant mile The dimness in a room from winter sighs... then something sparks a word ...a line, .. a verse, ... a lullaby ... The day is sadder than the words I had found... so somber is the day that keeps me bound I hide away this moment....a cup of tea, a Golden Lab for company.. One peek beyond the distant hill, a touch of sun A glimpse of mountain, pastures deep, my dog that sleeps... A momentary chance to free my soul In just a brief, but deep departure from the ordinary... I explore my thoughts, search my heart, wonder what this day will bring... I watched old memories, long kept cold, ...unfold as if a dream Unsort, relive, those worlds untold.... Exploring new words, I now have found Stumbling through my mind, unintended Watching the words tumble as if unattended... Unfolding, exploding, and falling in chaos Paying no mind to the reader's conception Cleansing, pleasing, as my soul fits the pieces... Beneficial.... to the reader...will it matter? Who knows?... But a satisfying journey traveled and found by myself....and for myself, ....as the one who's creating... Looking out from blurry windows...a dark day continues ... on a somber colored day, that kept me bound..... _________________________________________________________________