I'M Orange

I am not blue today, though I forgot. I’m orange as the autumn leaves, blown astray: Or, maybe a pumpkin with missing gut. Seasons transform and summer fades away, And seas hold the sun’s flag in disarray. I hope sister Moon will rise, dressed in blue, To alight the night with her lonely hue. Though, I’d don the harvest gown, full and bold. I miss those red-bikini days, it’s true, When ideals, like cheap pearls, were bought and sold.