Tag Archives: #Sun

What needs to be done

What needs to be done

by the light of the Sun

can’t be done in the dark …

unless you have a torch, obviously,

and then it might.

“Where is my Rainbow?”

We went out walking,

and we got wet;

then, the Sun came out,

and, yet…

I had to cry out

(It was almost a shout,

into the sky)

‘Where is my Rainbow?”

It wasn’t there…


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.

There was rain, then sun.

There was rain,

then sun,

but, rainbows, none.

I wrote a little poem about it,

this is the one.

We sat in the café

We sat in the café

and watched the rainbow guy;

when the rain had gone

the sun shone,

and we were warmed inside.

Cold Mid-Winter Sun

Cold Mid-Winter Sun

Cold Mid-Winter Sun,

all the things you’ve done,

and all the things you’ve seen –

can you tell me why

you are not coloured green?

You’d break the golden rule,

and consider me a fool,

if you could only tell me why

you are not coloured green.

You are like a molten tangerine,

that’s a simile

from silly me,

but, I’d rather you were the colour,

of a peppermint cream.

Please tell me why

you are not coloured green.

Cold Mid-Winter Sun,

all the things you’ve done,

all the things you’ve seen,

do you know

that you are not coloured green??

Where is My Rainbow?

Where Is My Rainbow?

I can see the sun shining,

I feel the raindrops;

so where is my rainbow?


I look about,

doubt in my heart

that one will be there;

when there should be one there.

Where is my rainbow?


Or am I just imagining

that when two facts collide

a resulting phenomenon

should be to my side?

Where is my rainbow?


Oh, where?

For it isn’t there.

Staring at the Sun

Staring at the Sun

I was staring at the Sun


it never blinked

it thinked

or, should I say

it thought

I know I ought

but don’t


can’t make me

what I’m not.

Anyway, the Sun

is hot

when it comes to heat

it has a lot.

And it never blinks

is what I thinks.