Dec. 8th – Rainbow’s Ends – #PoemForADayDecember

The rain had been,

and was on its way back,

the Sun shone briefly, somewhere,

and a Rainbow was birthed.

And I could see ‘both’ ends,

one in a field to my left,

one in a field, ahead, and to the right;

they were both, in one turn of the head,

within my sight.

But, which to chase,

and would there be gold to find,

the possibilities traversed my mind;

and, at that moment,

the Sun lost its view,

and the rain blew into my face,

and washed the rainbow away.

I stood there speechless,

there was nothing left,

to say.