TREE LIMBS AND AUTUMN SANDS
By Olumide Ted Wilson
shades of Brown
Earth tones flavors tastes
Jamaican Coffee
Brazilian Chocolate
Moroccan Mocha
warm comfortable moments of security
faceless beauties
full faced voices
bolstering brilliant blistering sound of shades
Listen! listen!
a sassy song
wrapping itself around you
caressing
and slamming you to act as
Porgy needed to
under the lyrically seductive shade of Nina
and her sisters asking the question
What shall they call me?
the shade lightens near a poplar tree
and the brother turns his head because
A Man Ain’t Supposed to Cry
While all the while taking in the chocolate at
The Late Late Show I know
warm horns with hot notes remind us of the
Lush Life
shades of Kenyan Kofi
straight with no chaser
under the autumn leaves of Zambian winds
a chilling warmth
the only way Nature Boy
comes with Nat the King of Cole
echoed by Ray and Betty
stepping in from outside
secure again in July with lemonade
as Gloria wishes us love
glory
glory
glorious shades of deep dark brown
earth toned feelings
to café au lait
Abby Lincoln
not related to Abe but
Insisting Freedom Now
memories of white sands
to red clay rolling over to molten lava
blackening the earth
drying to a richness of coal
compressed to bring forth the brilliance
that comes with a rainbow of colors
the prism of sparkling life cutting with
the precision only a diamond can
Earth shines shades of brown
music mommies and mugpies with tan crusts
shaped with hands of a Perfect Angel bestowed
by Minnie Ripperton as sunny gets blue blue
blue be do be do be dooo
By Olumide Ted Wilson
shades of Brown
Earth tones flavors tastes
Jamaican Coffee
Brazilian Chocolate
Moroccan Mocha
warm comfortable moments of security
faceless beauties
full faced voices
bolstering brilliant blistering sound of shades
Listen! listen!
a sassy song
wrapping itself around you
caressing
and slamming you to act as
Porgy needed to
under the lyrically seductive shade of Nina
and her sisters asking the question
What shall they call me?
the shade lightens near a poplar tree
and the brother turns his head because
A Man Ain’t Supposed to Cry
While all the while taking in the chocolate at
The Late Late Show I know
warm horns with hot notes remind us of the
Lush Life
shades of Kenyan Kofi
straight with no chaser
under the autumn leaves of Zambian winds
a chilling warmth
the only way Nature Boy
comes with Nat the King of Cole
echoed by Ray and Betty
stepping in from outside
secure again in July with lemonade
as Gloria wishes us love
glory
glory
glorious shades of deep dark brown
earth toned feelings
to café au lait
Abby Lincoln
not related to Abe but
Insisting Freedom Now
memories of white sands
to red clay rolling over to molten lava
blackening the earth
drying to a richness of coal
compressed to bring forth the brilliance
that comes with a rainbow of colors
the prism of sparkling life cutting with
the precision only a diamond can
Earth shines shades of brown
music mommies and mugpies with tan crusts
shaped with hands of a Perfect Angel bestowed
by Minnie Ripperton as sunny gets blue blue
blue be do be do be dooo
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