one paper bag
covers tempera pink
petals with brown
before they brown
covering the concrete
that rapidly dampens
in circles of darker
gray than the clouds
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really nice progression in this…i like how the brown carries over stanzas…nice imagery along the way as well..enchanting little piece…
Thanks, Brian. I think brown is the most overlooked color of spring.
If you live in central NC where azaleas abound, you’ll notice a day of spring when the explosions of blooms wither and turn to brown rust upon these bushes. A small reminder of the cycle of life within a cycle of life. With so much color, beauty, and blossoming, we are reminded of our fragility and evanescence.
Yes. Flowers do this all over.
Are you familiar with the idea of wabi-sabi?
nice…i like the images you use…the paper bag…the petals turning brown and covering the concrete…you paint a vivid picture here with few lines..
Thank you, Claudia!
Rich and vibrant in the brown as you say a forgotten color but it preempts the new birth and therefore is just as vibrant
Thanks, Chris. It’s certainly true that without the loss of the new, nothing newer would ever emerge.