When I arrived, I brought with me
an orange in my pocket,
it warmed me nearly, as my girl,
her picture in my wallet
-providing me security,
like Linus and his blanket.
It smoothed away my awkwardness,
its scent wafted about,
helping me to feel at peace,
once I took it out.
Its orange glow provided strength,
in a chilly world
-just like the warmth I felt,
back home with my girl.
It transformed my imagining,
-dead trees came to life
-the fruit they bore,
that I held dear,
I then gave to my wife…
