Orange Poem by Quinn Graw

One it is a colour
Two it is a fruit
no rhyme is possible being
for the simple orange
rings eccentric and true.
Delightful citrus scent
the colour remains a bright accent.
Cheerful and bright
orange is a beautiful sight.
The round fruit
with a taste worthy to recruit
fills the air with a tangy smell
refreshing the nostrils
from the odours that formerly dwelled.

Four bedroom walls
may be too bright for orange
that I tried while living on the farm.
Campfire orange
while pleasant to the eyes
too much for some to absorb
I shall not further disguise
my favourite colour.
This is the uplifting colour
of the small pocket journal
that I write this in true.
On the colour wheel galore from pumpkin to peach
the colour uplifting the spirit remains true.
Eat the fruit, paint the walls
for the poet no better colour exists than orange