Oh, there is nothing quite like orange,
shot through with sunlight,
bursting with the flavor of autumn
against a dark blue sky,
opening the heart to a wild and wondrous dance.
Oh, there is nothing quite like the orange leaves,
bright flags the color of pumpkins and popsicles,
begging us to wander the woods to stare,
hoping our eyes remember
the glory of orange
once winter gray arrives.
Oh there is nothing quite like burgundy,
or gold or rust or yellow fringed with chocolate brown,
to set off the orange
and make the heart sing.
So grab a bit of orange,
keep it in the pocket of your heart,
ready to unwrap
on a dark day in winter,
when it is cold and gray and drear,
let it set you on fire,
so you can hear the rhythm
and dance again,
a warm and wild autumn dance!