Orange Ya Glad I Didn't Say...Orange?

Orange thrills me not at all

Except for, maybe, in the Fall

When leaves ignite to match the dawn

Then spill their colors on the lawn

To roll and rustle on the ground

With jack-0-lanterns all around.

I am not fond of orange a bit,

But candy corn is still a hit

And citrus, studded well with clove,

Rivals the fragrance of a grove.

A witching moon of orange hue

(I must admit) is pleasing, too.

I don't like orange much. It's true.

Except, of course, for when I do.