BROWN

Old bricks - the bark of trees - tossed

coffee - old cigars -  hats, - dirt - leather

jackets - dog deposits - wooden doors,

leaves, lots of brown  leaves on the ground -

all around town - almost into November,

one of those colding months - the time

to get things done before the long of winter.

Thank God for Halloween, Thanksgiving,

Christmas lights - all those  bright colors

that might not be noticed if things

weren’t all so brown. Background brown:

unnoticed - underneath everything.

Brown:  down to earth brown - that keeps

me aware of where I have come from

and where I’m headed. Earth. Home! Hope.
Lord, there better be resurrection after this

or I’ll be screaming from every cemetery,

“Genesis me. Easter me. Spring me.

I need to soar here and hereafter.

© Andy Costello Reflections 2012