between bare trees
whistling and blowing snow,
send shivers up and down my spine
Can’t let go of me
and I’m singing them
all day long
If you want to find brown,
look for it in the muddy backyards of March,
feel it in your hands as you begin to ready gardens.
Shades of brown everywhere:
sienna, auburn, chestnut, and cinnamon.
Russet, chocolate, brunette, and mahagony.
Smell brown in the dark roast of morning coffee.
Taste it in burnt toast, pumpernickel or rye.
Feel it in the hopeful song of spring,
a rebirth of wonder…
if you want to find brown.