November 22

Burnt Sienna

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A new box of crayons waxy points undented

Deep in my mind the fragrance is cemented

It’s wasn’t until I saw a bald cypress tree in fall

That I had any idea what burnt sienna was at all

Detours out of thick black lines once lamented

In reality my vocabulary augmented

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My world is colored by crayolas pigmented

Names partnered with hues gave me the wherewithal

To precisely describe my world big and small

Into my memory these colors are cemented.

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(A Sonnetina Quatro)

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