Isn’t it cool that we can see in color

Especially in the fall

I love orange

Autumn rushing in

It makes me recall

I ignore the twinge in my side

Running in the forest I feel alive

I have carrots in my backpack

I want to run by the pumpkin patch

I often think about basketball

It was always the season after fall

I wish I wouldn’t have taken it so seriously

Maybe an orange can heal me

Or an orange bell pepper

A shot of vitamin C

I’d love a bonfire where me and all my friends can get together

For now I hold my dog’s floating lunker toy – it’s orange

It stands out against the dark blue lake

Like the life vest of the kayaker

And the floating plastic prescription bottle

My golden retriever’s blonde fur

There’s an orange blanket within which a crying baby is coddled

I watch a leaf break off a tree and float down to the ground

The street lights give off an orange hue

An ersatz sunset on a cloudy night

There’s an orange traffic cone in the middle of the street

A police officer tells me the tiger got out of the zoo

I sense fright

He tells me, “Be careful whatever you do”

Orange, the color between yellow and red

A caution symbol, some have said

Basketballs, life jackets, prescriptions

Leaves, pumpkins, carrots

A swirl of all my merits and ambitions

What vibrant color and delights

Like the tiger roaming the streets at night

Orange things somehow keep me wishing