Somber Is the Color
Somber is the color of the day
Prisms of lamplight reflection
On darkened window glass
The rainbow of color seeping through
Stained glass puzzle pieces
of a pewter lamp of old
While quietly, I sit, and ponder, my pen in hand
Upon cold shoulders, woolen sweater pulled closer
As varied thoughts so far away.
My mind is lost in wakened dream
While trees are tossed about in winter winds
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
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
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