Orange Poem by ANDREW CULJAK

The full moon framed in a spider web of reaching branches bare
Glows within my breath which hangs upon the Autumn air.

The leaves which whirly-birdy to escape my shuffling feet
The one I spy, the one I pick, the one I choose to keep.

The grinning Jack-O-Lantern lit upon a neighbor's porch,
With shining eyes which follow me up on to my front door.

The magic of a color not quite red or yellow, hot, or bright
Finds Summer greeting Winter on a cool October night.