Sienna; Terre de sienne

My name; the earth.

The brown, the red, the grounds for birth

But Sienna’s singing solitude, an autumn air of sorts

The colour scheme a lonesome drawl

As summer fades and shadows court

My every wish of foolish bliss and blossoms long forgotten,

Lay longing in the tall and towering cattails for their calling

Patience seeks a tone, a shade, a hue through cooler nights

A warm and fiery yellow like the corn so bold and bright

But to hope and want and pine for only deepens suffering’s song

A constant, haunting loop of notes that

linger dusk till dawn

Sienna; terre de sienne.

My father’s blood and tears

Stained into his paintings

Oh the stories, all these years

You’ll go on seeking solace, may you settle

For the truth

For all is well that lives and dies, your amber soul the proof