Brown
By Heather Mitchell Manheim
Some think brown is drab or dirty
But I see so much more
I see the potential,
A treat, a gift
Or a proclamation of love
When I mix a chocolate cake
Or cream brown sugar into butter,
Turning the sunny yellow mixture
Fluffy and tinged with brown.
I also see it’s vitality
When I dig my hands into the rich earth,
Pulling up home-grown potatoes,
Russet in name and color.
And in the earthworm
That I meet, his ochre body
Wiggling by.
I see the knowledge
In a worn leather-bound book
Waiting to be opened to share its secrets.
I see beauty in the wild mane of a horse
As he flies by
As if wings on the hoofs,
As if an equine Hermes
Knowing he is not drab or dirty,
But that he is everything.
About the Creator
Heather Mitchell Manheim
Heather studied Creative Writing and Journalisim in school, and has been writing and reading since she was a child. When she isn't writing, she loves to travel, bake/cook, watch classic movies and photography.
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