Peeling the oranges
when the blizzard is stuck at my windows
it is a way of defying the coldness, the stiffness
Orange is the heat of the summer
scorching my windows sill
Apricots’ caresses keep the storm away
Pain in my neck turns orange
Vision is blurred with flushes of thunder
The torment grub leaves no marks
In orange waters I drown
In the autumnal yolk
Orange gets sipped by the sunset
Winds bring aromas of sadness
Somewhere, on the other side of the planet
The oranges start the trip to my winter
This is such a lovely poem! I love the reference of orange to summer wiring into winter…
Thank you so very much, Sheikha!!!!!
” Orange circus ” bears the indelible hallmarks of the quality of work we have become accustomed to enjoying from ICOP’s Poet-of-The-Year 2013.
Most honored and deeply touched, Louis Kasatkin!!!! Thank you!!!