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