Anonymous
November/ December 2024
A citrus kiss of morning light,
Bursting sweet, yet sharp, and bright.
A zesty spark, a fiery hue,
That warms the day and wakes the dew.
A pumpkin's laugh, a harvest call,
The crunch of leaves, the flame of fall.
It dances bold, unshy, alive,
Where golden embers twist and thrive.
The mango's flesh, the tiger’s flare,
A beacon cutting through the air.
It hums of spice, of heat, of zest,
A restless pulse that won't find rest.
Orange, a color, alive, a mood,
Electric joy and gratitude.
It burns with life, it cannot fade—
A vibrant heart the world has made.
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