[stylist] Writing prompt (brown winter).

[Chris Kuell]

Shawn,

Perhaps you should take a trip to my house, where the brown is currently 
buried under 24 inches of fresh snow.

To be honest, I'm not sure that this poem works for me. The line from the 
Momma's and Poppa's song places it in fall, as does your november goes on 
and on line. But then you wish that the winter was gone, even though it 
hasn't arrived yet. Maybe it's just me.

Thanks for participating.

chris

----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Jacobson, Shawn D" <Shawn.D.Jacobson at hud.gov>
To: <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Sent: Monday, February 11, 2013 12:55 PM
Subject: [stylist] Writing prompt (brown winter).


> OK. I'll try it.  I think you should be able to guess the song that the 
> first line comes from.
>
> All the leaves are brown, and the sky is gray
> but I see no snowy white.
> This cold ground chills but does not warm
> with snow's Christmas invoking sight.
> This snowless winter I wish would be gone.
> It seems November caries on and on.
> Does winter want to claim the land or not?
> These snowy days of yore I've almost forgot.
> This dithering weather leaves me with a frown.
> Be snowy or be gone oh' winter brown.
>
> Shawn Jacobson
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