It’s the poet’s nemesis. While the sunset wears
the colour like a satin gown, there’s nothing else
that naturally partners with it.
It’s the winter oasis in your living room. The fires
that welcome stories and Christmas excitement
and tranquil naps on the green armchair.
It’s the peacekeeper between the Golden Delicious
and that peach in the wooden bowl. The futile fight
for my attention: I’m not keen on either of them.
It’s opposite to Blue. How the ocean and sky
can never breed or blend. Unlike the honey
those French bees made from M&Ms.
It goes well with chocolate as a stocking filler
unless you happen to be allergic. In which case,
have some salted nuts.
Orange was never my favourite colour growing up.
In fact I detested it, felt gray in its presence. Now
it is soft, warm and inviting. I want to curl up
like a drowsy red fox next to it, as if I was in the womb.