Through the trees shone

A burnt orange light

The sun sinking low

As the moon took its post.

 

Friends huddled around

A fading orange glow

The last of the coals

As the cold held us close.

 

Kids play in the street

Thoughtless of the chill

Breaths are held

As the orange ball soars.

 

Faces appear on every porch

Shiny, orange smiles

Pumpkins carved and lit

Grinning at the lost.

 

Silent are the houses

More silent than the wind

That tickles the red-orange leaves

Clinging to every single maple.