Maintenant…c’est...Orange! Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The oranges line up in rows
wearing their little green leaves
like designer hats
on their heads.

One by one
you throw them

out into the snow.

“What are you doing? ”
I gasp.

“The orange becomes more orange
against the snow! ”

“I like to sit
& see them...become so! ”

So, we sit & look at orange
become more orange

glorious time bombs
of colour

glowing intensely

exploding inside us

(the tang of them on the tongue of the mind)

as yet more snow

...falling.