A winter day
filled with colour
yet grey and damp.

The street lamp cast a shadow as bright as a moon that invaded my sleep and lit up the room where I sat,
thinking.
Of this and of that as the elderly do and a cat called loudly,proudly stating that 'Tommy' was waiting for a feline companion,
I thought on,
it all sounded grey to me,the colours of the day to me,making a *** of tea (for one) a buttered scone with some cream,I woke only to dream of the summer time,when the ruby of sunlight turned into wine and the ladies I saw looked so very fine,
until then I shall wait,
in the shadows of street lights,lighting my way through the dark nights and days that are grey,
sat on my chair,drinking my tea,eating my scone and watching the colours of life moving on.