Buttery Brown

Most people find brown an odd colour to choose.  

It's loud. 

Ugly. 

In your face. 

This brown is the colour of shifting leaves as they float to the ground come October. 

It's the colour of the grass as it begins to hibernate, awaiting next spring. 

It's like butter browning in a pan, steeping in flavour with every passing second. 

It's the colour of a different era of the year. 

Of the season's changing. 

Of leaves turning and people smiling. 

Brown is the colour of warmth, wrapped in a blanket. 


 

Posted in response to the challenge Autumn '24: Writing.

brennahmay

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