the colour of light/brilliant – sepia

he has spent a long time
trying to see
what colour is the light
today

he isn’t thinking
of refraction
or rainbow
but
what light
is today

something bright
and brilliant

yesterday
is already
a fainter shade

memories of youth
somehow hold
a rosy
pink-tinged
hue

the room he slept in
then
seems toned in the glow
of amber

that of his parents
just next door
is duller
sepia-hued
and empty

so many lights
all so different

how do they change

does the colour
leach
with distance
or
is there perhaps
a compartment-shuffle
within the memory

so much time
spent in warm shades
then move along
to cool

fade away
to end
in snowy speckles

he has spent a long time
trying to imprint
the colour of the light
today

~

Poem #526 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.