Orange

He says his favourite colour is orange,

I thought of warning signs and warm thunder,

Brass plated shield formed of his courage,

But what caught this artist’s eye, I wonder:

Sunrise shining through the leaves we’re under,

Or the plump sweetness found through bitter pith,

Favourite crayon from the case he plunders,

Or ancient pots that tell of love and myth,

The shimmering sales of a dancing fish,

Summer heat butterflies with dip dyed wings,

Soft candle flames that grant a childish wish,

Fat bumblebees making the outdoors sing,

Midas touch sunset painting rooftops gold,

He fell in love with peace at five years old