Something brown from a bright foil wrapper melts into velvet dark richness. Something brown lies across my legs fleecy, thick and warm. Something brown burns bright hot amber dancing orange. Something brown and grey and red hops on the patio rail dodging drops of rain on a dark day.
I wrote this poem from a prompt on the Writer’s Digest page. It was a simple prompt — write about something <your choice>. It’s cold and rainy today. This is how it looks.