Ode To Orange

Ode To Orange

O orange!

You remind me of the ocean,

you give me the courage

to plunge into anything,

I believe I was born

wearing orange,

or coral.

The Torah

was given on Mt. Sinai

religion makes people cringe

I believe in angels

with orange wings

I imagine they watch over me.

O orange!

You absorb my scent

on a cold winter day

the smell of gingerbread cookies

and oatmeal with chocolate chips

vintage dresses with swirls

of color.

Challenge me

with your bright décor

many actors who are bachelors

wear fedoras and escort

their lady friends to the Grammy awards

Encore! We call

again.

O Orange!

No lackluster browns

for me, no ogre greens,

no old tattered clothes,

will adorn my soul,

I abhor the word

adorable.

Forge ahead

you energize me

the center, not the fringe,

logic tells me

you are illogical,

but you are eligible for my vote

any day.

O Orange!

Your citrusy odor

is genuine

large pretty fruit

enormous, imported Sunkists,

from the truck to the store

O Orange! I love thee.