Somber Is the Color

Somber is the color of the day Prisms of lamplight reflected, on darkened window glass A rainbow of color seeping through a pewter lamp of old While quietly, I sit, and ponder, my pen in hand Upon cold shoulders, an old sweater pulled close As varied in color, as my thoughts so far away. My mind is lost in wakened dream While trees are tossed about in winter wind And leaves are dead beneath the snowy mounds A fire glows, the storm that keeps me bound One shard of light from neighbor's home Across the hill, a distant mile The dimness as a room from winter sighs While I write the words of heartfelt lullabies The day is sadder than the words I've found So somber is the day that keeps me bound I steal away this moment as I dream A cup of tea...a gloomy day A peek beyond the window pane may bring the sun A glimpse of mountain, pastures deep, Or a simple glimpse of one who sleeps.. A quiet chance to free my soul In just a brief, but but deeply felt Departure from the ordinary things.. I explore my thoughts, search my heart, look at my world Or often, simply find a memory to unfold I gather unsorted beginnings, middles and ends... Taking new directions, exploring unknown places Stumbling through my mind are puzzle pieces Watching the words tumble into something unintended, Unfolding, exploding and falling into orderly chaos Yet , my feelings, cleansing, pleasing, soul releasing... The end result perhaps not as beneficial to the reader But a satisfying journey traveled By myself..... and for myself, as one creating On this somber colored day that keeps me bound...