I’m struck by the beauty of brown today…
Brown. Is. Beautiful.
The grass is a pale creamy tan brown
Against the nearly black brown of the bare trees.
All the in-between shades
Accentuate and highlight each other,
Till I can only marvel at
The complexity possible in a single color.
That was all on the way to work,
Then I looked at family pictures this morning…
My babies all have the most gorgeous chocolate eyes!
I’ve always thought so,
But I really enjoyed the rediscovery.
I remember, too,
How my dad always wore brown (it seemed)–
His prison guard uniform was
Light brown on top,
Deep brown pants, and
On his off days he still managed to
Keep wearing it in some form or fashion…
A cleric shirt and collar most frequently.
Yup.
Today, not only is brown beautiful,
So are all the nostalgic memories it brings back.
I find that though I used to swear
I’d have nothing brown in my wardrobe,
Suddenly I want it’s comforting,
Warm familiarity around me.
It reminds me of ice cream dates with Daddy,
Spending time with my kids throughout their lives, including now, and
The sparse landscape of winter baring her soul
To the perceptive, discriminating viewer.
It makes me want to ask everyone,
“Don’t you know how beautiful brown is???”

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