Colors of Autumn
I had fun with the sounds in this one.
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Autumn is red:
orange-red,
purple-red,
bright and bold and brilliant red.
Blood red as the sunset splashed across the sky.
Wet red.
Like Little Red Riding Hood
soaked to the skin
with apple-red cheeks and
a cherry-red pie in her basket.
Autumn is orange,
dark and damp,
on its way to brown, but
not quite there yet.
Pumpkin orange.
Squash orange.
Dripping seeds and and slimy strings,
messy, gooey, slippery,
yellow orange.
Autumn is brown.
Dry and crisp brown, or
messy and muddy brown, or
smooth and round like an acorn brown.
Golden-brown
like the scent of a pumpkin pie with
cloves and nutmeg and hot crumbly crust.
Smooth brown
like squash soup scooped from a pot
with a rounded ladle.
Autumn is green
like the pine trees dripping needles of mist,
the woods darker, deeper
after the rain has past.
Green like the verdant growing grass
too fast to wait for winter's frost
before cutting for the last time.
The mottled green of the zucchini
gathering sweet scents and moist remains
when baked into bread.
Autumn is grey.
Blue-grey, black-grey, white-grey,
or just plain grey.
If grey is ever plain, not
touched with silver or the edges of rainbows.
Wispy, wandering curls of fog
are grey,
groping with gauzy fingers into
haunted dells where hidden ghosts roam
in the silver-grey mists.
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And here are some more colors of Autumn:
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Autumn is red:
orange-red,
purple-red,
bright and bold and brilliant red.
Blood red as the sunset splashed across the sky.
Wet red.
Like Little Red Riding Hood
soaked to the skin
with apple-red cheeks and
a cherry-red pie in her basket.
Autumn is orange,
dark and damp,
on its way to brown, but
not quite there yet.
Pumpkin orange.
Squash orange.
Dripping seeds and and slimy strings,
messy, gooey, slippery,
yellow orange.
Autumn is brown.
Dry and crisp brown, or
messy and muddy brown, or
smooth and round like an acorn brown.
Golden-brown
like the scent of a pumpkin pie with
cloves and nutmeg and hot crumbly crust.
Smooth brown
like squash soup scooped from a pot
with a rounded ladle.
Autumn is green
like the pine trees dripping needles of mist,
the woods darker, deeper
after the rain has past.
Green like the verdant growing grass
too fast to wait for winter's frost
before cutting for the last time.
The mottled green of the zucchini
gathering sweet scents and moist remains
when baked into bread.
Autumn is grey.
Blue-grey, black-grey, white-grey,
or just plain grey.
If grey is ever plain, not
touched with silver or the edges of rainbows.
Wispy, wandering curls of fog
are grey,
groping with gauzy fingers into
haunted dells where hidden ghosts roam
in the silver-grey mists.
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And here are some more colors of Autumn: