written april 2019
orange is honey,
oozing from grandma's cupboard mason jar,
dripping in amber drops—tiny sepia mirrors,
slipping down your throat as nectar.
orange is 4pm,
shining rays and dancing sunbeams upon your palms,
splashing light through your window blinds,
basking in the golden hour porch lights and daytime.
orange is happiness,
loving every candied and mellow day you're given,
wearing a radiant smile—vivid and warm and happy,
caring for others and spreading kindness to everyone.
