The Rainbow
THE RAINBOW
Into the room
a shock of colour,
a curving arc,
startling the senses.
Eyes leaping to its source:
a glass of water
brimming with refracted light,
sweeping in a vivid curve.
With gratitude
to sit amongst its warmth,
illuminated in its flood,
its hearth.
Watching
as the sun streaks leap
across the walls.
Renewal of hope,
benediction of light.
This transient gift,
this symbol of nature's intricate craft,
this living kaleidoscope of joy
shines on.
Copyright © Arina Fish | Year Posted 2020
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