This poem was inspired by someone I know who always says that orange is the color of hope. She has given me a new respect for this color that I formerly thought was obnoxious.
Orange is the color of happiness.
Orange is the color of Halloween
Pumpkins whose guts are scraped out,
Who have a candle’s light inside.
Orange is the color of falling leaves,
Dying while expecting renaissance,
Trees laying down their crowns.
Orange is the color of these cloths hanging,
Held up at all four corners by white pillars,
Gracing this holy place with beauty.
Orange is the color of hope.