Fibonacci Poem

Brown Eyes

He 

looked 

into 

her brown eyes 

and saw the good earth. 

They were the color of the ground 

after his Papa plowed land in the first days of spring

In them he saw the trees, for they were the color of bark in the early morning sun

In them he saw the sea, for they were the color of the water as it turned with sand and shells in the broken waves along the mid day shore

He loved the plowed ground, walking through the cool dirt with bare feet; the bark of the trees, climbing the smooth branches, shirtless in the heat of the day; the sea, floating naked in the gently rocking waters of the ev’ning tide; her brown eyes

- Trevor Scott Barton, Fibonacci Poems, 2019