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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Brown (11/26/09)

TITLE: Autumn Field
By Beth Muehlhausen
12/02/09


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Autumn Field

Our dirt-brown field
Has shared its yield
Of crops mature and harvested
And now looks dead

But hope endures
And bare earth lures
My feet to walk where next springís hoe
Will follow rows

It bids me come
Despite the hum
Of wind that whips the barren trees
Their limbs to freeze

The sun grows low
I start to go
For a short walk before it drops
And daylight stops

Cornís camel stubs
Poke up and rub
My feet that tromp the auburn dirt
I zip my shirt

The wind is cold
But I feel bold
And pledge to walk from here to there
Myself I dare

And so I kick
A russet stick
And copper pebbles one by one
This just for fun

Beside brown hedge
I walk the edge
And look around at umber earth
That gave corn birth

Green grew galore
Just weeks before
But then the frost chased jade away
Brown came to stay

I breathe sharp air
Then stop and stare
To take in autumnís brown-tone sights
Before the night

To dawdle here
Means sighting deer
With sleek fur coats of bole and buff
Rugged and tough

Surely they know
Iím not a foe
But just a friend who loves to see
Them running free

A doe of taupe
Peeks out to scope
And sees me waiting patiently
Then turns to flee

Her flight is swift
After she whiffs
My scent and leaps with giant bounds
From absent hounds

A bunny leaps
And burrows deep
In grasses sure to camouflage
With tan hodge-podge

Off to one side
Small branches hide
A fledgling oak so strong and straight
Awaiting fate

Much larger trees
Wave in the breeze
Their limbs like skeletons of brown
No leafy crown

A bird nest sways
I fix my gaze
On tiny twigs and brown horsehair
From our old mare

The twilight falls
With chocolate walls
I turn and scurry toward the house
Like a quick mouse

Coffee I drip
And slowly sip
The dark roast brew from giant mug
Iím warm and snug

This autumn day
Is lost in haze
As western skyís burnt umber glows
Itís time to doze


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Beth LaBuff 12/03/09
You took me home to the cornfields with this. Every "brown" image is gorgeous, every word-- excellent, and I love your ending. Beautiful work in this unusual (poetic form) poem!
Linda Payne12/04/09
Beautiful word pictures. This really engaged my senses. I felt like I was right there with you. Well done.