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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.

~

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

I almost could" see" your nature walk with seth and your doggie...."like"

Comment by Bains on December 11, 2010 at 5:36pm

So under appreciated, brown. Nicely writ.

Comment by wiffledust on December 11, 2010 at 3:43pm

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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