Brownstone with Doorway

It’s monochromatic; just brown to be seen,

Not a red, not a blue,

Not a varying hue,

Not a hint of an aquamarine!

Yes, there might be a tan or a green here and there,

And maybe a black or a yellow somewhere,

And maybe a grey or a pink but I swear

There is nothing at all in between.

But wait! Up those stairs, it looks like a light!

Could it be that something’s expected tonight?

There’s a dweller within! Things are not so clear-cut,

The door isn’t closed, only partially shut.

It’s not just a door, but a portal, that’s what!

Just inches away is a magic domain

With promises waiting, with dreams to regain

There's a love to revive with a soul to redeem
With peaches, and oranges and berries and cream.