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Brown
We walk in the forest,
Seth & I,
& it's the time of year
when everything's brown:
the bark of the ponderosas,
the carpet of needle & cone,
the dead grass,
certain boulders, the earth itself;
even our dog is brown
& if she didn't move about
she couldn't be distinguished
from her surroundings.
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I think about how I love this color: brown,
this color that hides seed till it's ready to sprout,
this color that, like a blanket,
keeps the world warm,
this color that provides comfort,
this color of chocolate,
of coffee, of good bread,
of dirt, of kindness.
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Comment by Jodie Ann Christiansen on December 11, 2010 at 10:33pm
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I almost could" see" your nature walk with seth and your doggie...."like"
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Comment by Bains on December 11, 2010 at 5:36pm
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So under appreciated, brown. Nicely writ.
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Comment by wiffledust on December 11, 2010 at 3:43pm
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oooooo what a great subject and done so well! brown! i would have never thought of doing a poem on brown. but you captured the season so well. of good bread....excellent!
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