~ ORANGE ~

Orange, the world cremates
Evening's play
For life's
Seasons
The weakening eye of day
For tomorrow will die
In sunset's crypt,
The cloudy canopy of hazy
Complexion
Every spirit upon the earth
Sweetly recognizing
The inevitable
Crash
Of yellow's decay into
Orange,
Where the ripened rinds
Fulfill acquiescence
And the twisted
Sundress
That Goddess's
Drape
Across suntanned shoulders
So easily
Wearing every virtue
Which glows red
Not unlike seeds sprouting apples
Whose orchard
In its rows of planned sustenance
Ultimately provides
The diapason
Of perfect rainbows
In melodious colors
Melting,
Into the harmoniousness
Of sunset's voice,
And where the heart of it
Bleeds,
Orange....

Tony Taylor
*final edit