Waiting for orange suns

Give thanks to Him for He is good,

for His steadfast love endures forever,

fathers missing their sons never say.

But, should.

A new floor,

and an open door

bring joy

and correlation may not be causality, I know.

Pink duchesses and yellow poet’s wives burst

in the east and south light:

bees toys.

Lady of Shallot’s orange is near ready for the light.

Chips and pickles at the High Line,

ginger ale with ginger,

to linger

riptides happiness no man should fight.

Only the fool lets sadness bite

or nibble

the quibble

in his mind.

How to thank Him

for his clouds of joy,

waiting for the orange suns?

Philippe du Col © 2025