Browns

Are they in the rich, fertile soil
Or the dry, dusty ground?

Do you see them in the deep gleam of her eyes
Or the subtle glow of his skin?

Are they rough like tree bark
Or smooth as chocolate?

Do they squelch like mud
Or whisper like grains of sand?

Are they soft as cats fur
Or hard as horses hooves?

Or perhaps they come with tentacles…

For Tom and Nimue.

Author: potiapitchford

Autistic mother with autistic kids. Hearth Druid and Heathen

3 thoughts on “Browns”

  1. Reblogged this on Druid Life and commented:
    This happened earlier in the week. I follow Potia’s blog, but I saw the post on Facebook, and the opening, and the poetry, and thought ‘this is going to be really nice’ and then I got to the end…

    The things we do to take care of each other, support, inspire and uplift each other really do make a difference.

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