Ode to Orange

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

of orange

and dance again,

 a warm and wild autumn dance! 

©2013 BK

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