Evening Orange

Oranges are always lovely Nestling unknowable dreams But they never come to you obligingly You need to have a heart genuine The evening clouds in the sky Have raised colours of hushed height I perceive some salted stimuli Of possible oranges in sight But what actually comes Is a splash of orange light Asking me how are my lungs The cranes in their homeward flight Are then the orange seasons gone Those tickling smells of paradise A flock of fireflies in the lawn One by one the stars arise ____________________________________________ 2/1/2016 Not for contest