An Indolent Wednesday in Black, White and a Few Colours

She woke up in the morning and watched the clouds billow and they were all grey. 
She got out of bed and tucked the sheets in and they were a purple splay.

She gaped into the mirror her honeyed skin well rested. 
She slipped into her striped pink pajamas dull and placid. 
Her blouse fell off her shoulder a strange shade of lilac.
Her curls brushing her skin in shades of dry brown and black.

She boiled a few tea leaves
And fried an egg or two.
She listened to BB King and other songs so blue.

She gazed at the leaves a bright north Indian green
She thought of the year she turned nineteen
They brought back memories of him
And his childlike face
How she’d sashay and dance to his every whim

The tea bubbled to a pungent vapor.
As it rained in silvered sheets
Her day had a little more colour.
And there were a few moments in black and white
All from her brunch right up to twilight.