Orange Tranformation

I shed the orange from my body – A color I have so despised;A symbol of humiliation, restriction and punishment.Yet the color refuses to relinquish me in my freedom.In the morning, the dewey grass shimmers orange;Water droplets touched by the rising sun.In the garden, hues of orange,Spill from the marigolds’ bright heads.I close my eyesContinue reading “Orange Tranformation”