Brown Paper Leaves

Drought has robbed
the orange from autumn.
Brown paper leaves
cough their dry rattle
into a dusty wind.
Life waits for the
silver lining of winter.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

Poets United ~ Poetry Pantry #272


Comments

Anonymous said…
Brown paper leaves...nicely worded.
October 5, 2015 at 3:30 AM
Sanaa Rizvi said…
This is incredible!
October 5, 2015 at 6:50 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
I love the textures in this piece. Each word is carefully chosen for maximum effect.
October 5, 2015 at 7:13 AM
Anonymous said…
This made me thirsty, I could feel the dryness and brittle dust,

Elizabeth

https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2015/10/04/the-gap-between-belief-and-experience/
October 5, 2015 at 7:45 AM
Mary said…
It is sad when autumn has no orange....but then it gives a reason to look forward to the winter!
October 5, 2015 at 8:07 AM
Sumana Roy said…
ah...the last phase of autumn...great lines Susie....
October 5, 2015 at 9:24 AM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
I can hear those dry brown leaves coughing and rattling. Wonderful, Susie. It is so nice to see you in the Pantry!
October 5, 2015 at 9:55 AM
Susan said…
Perfect. To find the silver lining in such brown disappointment is splendid. I loved your comment on my poem, where the screaming blood also reveals a little silver and gold.
October 5, 2015 at 12:18 PM
Anonymous said…
Glad you see winter as the silver linning. WhereI live in southern New Mexico. things are mostly brown all year long. But, I'm sorry autumn didn't bring you orange.
October 5, 2015 at 12:20 PM
Gen Giggles said…
So sad to not have a true fall.
October 5, 2015 at 4:51 PM
Aditi said…
Beautifully penned! Sad when there's no orange!
October 6, 2015 at 9:30 AM
humbird said…
Well, the color could be a symbol, here the orange - emotional yearning? between colors and solitude of white...don't we all panicking a little before a winter...
October 6, 2015 at 2:42 PM
Magaly Guerrero said…
I think winter just smiled. I'm always winning in winter--my Dominican bones don't care much for the cold. But I can see how leaves fried by the absence of moisture can make us wish for the icy one...
October 6, 2015 at 3:23 PM
Unknown said…
Goodness... the drought! I live in the desert southwest and visit California quite often. Brown and dry pervade. Glorious rain is improving the situation now. Gratitude sustains.
October 7, 2015 at 4:42 PM
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