17/30 Ode to Orange

You have been cast out as unfriendly.
Red, Blue and Yellow get all of the attention.
They're even told that they are "primary"
but there is more to you, of which I'll mention.

You are the dot in the middle of my flowers.
Monet would've never seen the Orange Branch Bearing.
You are the Sacral chakra representing power,
vitality, sensuality, strength. You are warm, caring.

Edvard Munch could not have "screamed."
You are so much more than a summer Creamsicle.
As the air chills, my beau, you are the falling leaves.
You are in every Halloween, bright and whimsical.

I would never know a pumpkin, a sweet potato, a carrot.
Not merely a Cheez-it or a fizzy soda pop! No!
You are even the occasional bell pepper on my pallate.
Dear Orange, in the beautiful arc of every rainbow.

The majestic tiger could never roar, orangatans could never swing.
Certainly we could have never found Nemo!
Thank you for the display on a monarch butterfly's wing.
Orange, you are sweet, tops, supreme-o!

You are every kindergartener's sun, illuminating the sky.
A marigold's fragrance not quite as charming.
You make my post-it note stand out, this cannot be denied,
And Van Gogh's beard would be quite boring.

My friend, I can even thank you for basketball,
for the sherbert on my tongue that swirls and swirls.
Oh, Orange, how I appreciate everything you are!
You are not afraid to shout in a whispering world.

5/13/13