Orange

Orange

I am Orange.

I am the warmth of the sun.

I am the last glowing ember of the smoldering campfire.

I am the dying leaves of autumn.

Crunch. Crunch.

I am the leftover gritty kool-aid no one wants to drink.

I am the blooming marigolds of June.

I am the sagging Jack-o-lanterns of November 1st: slightly shy of perfect.

I am orange.
by Calllie Allison