orange – Leaf And Twig

My Orange Sun

warming me
with color
on these gray days

time worn petals
do not detract
from her stellar vibrancy

all ruffles and fringe
purple and orange
pizzaz

between night’s descent
and the sleeping earth
resides the colored breath of light

an opera
of orange
sung by nasturtium

sisters hold the secret
of simultaneously being
magenta and scarlet

petals orbit
the pollen planet
saturn of sunflowers

emanating the light of the moon
no need for a knife to free its face
its spirit rises from the shape

three
installments of
the pumpkin’s tale

unexpected
burst of joy
zinnia in orange

there is still enough warmth in the sun
to want to rock on the porch a bit

The brightest colors
are put on display
when royalty visits.

A blossom speaks my prayer for me.
May I share my best
and leave a legacy of loveliness.

Indian Paintbrush colors the meadow
with embers of sunset.

Marigold is the sun’s bride,
the guardian of goodness
at the garden’s gate.

Morning began with a light pink sky so delicate
it could never suggest the evening it brought
and its intensity of red and orange.