missing the orange bulb

i wanted to write a poem around the colour orange and it came to mind that orange can be quite a rare colour to see, when the sun is not there. it's really about missing the bright sun

when the summer is silent and over 

and the spring a few months gone

few oranges do i see

beyond my closed and shut window

the sun is silent

unable to show it's face 

and i wish autumn, cold winter

the sun would come into play anyway 

perhaps gaining some extra strength 

finding itself heating on up 

but cooling down in the freezing lake we call the sky 

I just want to see a circle of orange

floating right on out 

orange, so simply sparse

so few of those colours to see

i know that the sun is really a yellow 

but when it strikes so brightly

surely it could nearly be an orange too 

striking and burning up into 

fierce and fiery orange hued flames of heat 

and oh, i do miss the heat playing out in the sky

on the cold winter days 

for it's the only gold bulb i truly ever get to see

i mean, there are orange flowers

though it depends where you are

as to if you will see a orange petaled stem

maybe we will miss them on our walks out and about 

and on those cold and grey wintry days 

where is the orange when we need a light

outside 

true, we can find it inside

should we have a log fire to keep our hearts and feet warm 

but those who don't

we just want the orange and fiery sun 

to play out fiercly outside of our windows

but sadly, we just have to see dull blue

a hazy grey and a cold freezing night

Author's Note

what do you think?