Poem: "The Brown Time"
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ysabetwordsmithThis is the free poem for the February 4, 2025 Poetry Fishbowl reaching its $100 goal. It also fills the "Brown / Tan" square in my 11-1-24 card for the Sleepytime Bear Bingo fest.
"The Brown Time"
In late fall,
everything
is brown.
The leaves
have changed
from green to red,
then rusted and
fallen to the ground.
The trees stand bare
in their wrinkled skins
of brown blotched
with gray lichens.
The verdant grass
of summertime has
shifted to gold, to yellow,
then faded to pale beige.
Underfoot the earth,
too, is shades of brown,
its cold wet mud unclad
by growing greens.
The stones where
they show through
are taupe, walnut,
umber, sepia, khaki,
tan, sienna, sand.
It is the brown time
before winter covers
all with its white cloak.
"The Brown Time"
In late fall,
everything
is brown.
The leaves
have changed
from green to red,
then rusted and
fallen to the ground.
The trees stand bare
in their wrinkled skins
of brown blotched
with gray lichens.
The verdant grass
of summertime has
shifted to gold, to yellow,
then faded to pale beige.
Underfoot the earth,
too, is shades of brown,
its cold wet mud unclad
by growing greens.
The stones where
they show through
are taupe, walnut,
umber, sepia, khaki,
tan, sienna, sand.
It is the brown time
before winter covers
all with its white cloak.
