The beauty of brown
bronzed by Autumn’s breath
slipped into slumber
came to rest
during Fall’s gloaming
’round my feet
and dreamt of a journey.
Inside,
you move
to Moroccan nights
caressing a chestnut
haired dancer
bloused in billows of brindle.
Inside,
I too dream
the beauty of brown
as I remember her,
’cross a cup
of a cinnamon swirled
sea of cafe au laite.
About the Creator
Rulam Day
In another life I was a pirate, a race car driver, and a spy. But those are stories for another time. Rulam Day is an anagram of my name, Mary Daul. I publish under both.
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Well done! Thanks for sharing your beautiful poem.
Beautiful!