Brown

Brown is my favourite colour

it's hidden depths

simplicity and honesty

is it trusting or trustworthy?

Either way

I know that I'm drawn

to the compelling nature of

that burnt umber

soil is rich of it

because brown is a mix of all;

a collection of colours

and if you look hard enough,

maybe in a different light,

you can see the other

colours.

Yellow, red, blue.

A satyrid butterfly

a leather-bound book

and the bark of a walnut tree.

The sienna tones of the first cave paintings,

in brown, stories are told

a true earth element

sepia stains

for all is kept in shades

of smoky topaz and russet.

A misperception

of the surface

like the roots of a tree

hidden below

a God-given grassy canvas.

All you need to do to see

dig deep

sense the dirt and the earth

gently clawing at your skin

pulling you back to nature.

The awe overrides.

A return to the inherent.

The natural, the fruitful,

auburn and bistre

warming the skin and the soul

with its gentle touch;

like returning home.

My favourite colour is brown.

But,

if your eyes were blue,

that would be my favourite colour.