Brown is the color of my loves.
My youngest son, my truest husband,
with their soft brown, wise eyes.

Brown is the color of their music.
The warm earthy tones of their woody guitars, acoustic.
Their voices manly, soulful, personal.

Brown is the color of our land.
The dry desert, the rabbit-eared Organ Mountains,
the craggy, rocky trails winding through.

Brown is the color of my students, the yearning, learning, scholars,
wiggling in their seats, sighing, trying.
Their ready-for-school faces and accented voices give me hope,
pleasure in my calling.

Brown is the color of balance.
It is not the extreme of black or white,
right or wrong,
but the harmony of dichotomy.

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I have been blessed to live in the American southwest and blessed to be married into a southern Texas European family with Spanish influences. Though raised in Pennsylvania into an Amish family, I found my heart's nest in New Mexico. This is my ode to New Mexico and the people of New Mexico.