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Thursday, October 11, 2007

autumn: a poem

Orange is everywhere, yellow washed streaky, worn thin orange. A reflection of sunset, everywhere I go. I look up thinking of this beautiful color and ... yah there it is, in clothing, paintings and coffee shop walls. What better way to start off autumn, this breezy cool, petting zoo, pumpkin patch weather. Leaves ever gently floating. Fiery red, purple, yellow, floating and laying wet cold on the thirst quenched ground. Sipping tea in favorite cozy knitted sweaters that hug softer than a grandma, warm as the color orange.

2 Comments:

Blogger Catherine said...

Orange IS everywhere. In fact, I'm wearing it myself, first time ever. :)

12:57 PM  
Blogger bubandpie said...

I read a blog post awhile back pointing out that "orange" didn't enter the English language until the 1700s or so. Apparently there's a predictable sequence in every culture for the order in which colour words appear, with only minor variations, and orange is one of the last ones.

12:08 PM  

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