Orange

[katepoet]

Orange

Orange brings peace and warmth;
is in the sunset, the autumn wind,
rustling the leaves of the maple trees on the hill outside my door.
Burnt orange paints their tips
and draws me in.
I remember autumns when you held my hand.
We skipped across the field,
then twirled and twirled until we fell laughing through the wind tossed leaves
onto the welcoming earth.
You were autumn to me.
You were in the wind that lifted the leaves to dance them down the street.
You were in the leaf pile where grey smoke arose
and scented the day, forming memories.
You were the fullness of the azure blue sky,
the apples we picked;
our teeth crunching through skin and flesh,
sticky juice flowing down our chins,
laughing as we licked our fingers.
And still you are the autumn,
and the deep orange lake
that buoys my joyous days
and comforts my dark nights.

Katherine A Minden 2007

[katepoet]

The idea of this poem is simple. Pick a color, imagine the color is everywhere around you, feel its feeling, scent its scent, breath it in. Imagine that color in the sky, the water, the flavor of it on your tongue. Now, write about that color and what it means. Try it!