“A rainbow at my door”
There was a rainbow at my door
That I didn’t ask Amazon for,
After a noon lightning came a thundering storm,
then the colored covenant shone bright and pure,
I looked and behold - not one pot of gold,
just a hazy band of hues
red orange yellows and blues
like costumed parade feathers
just passing through
And I marveled at the moment
At thought how true
That is you stop chasing rainbows
Eventually they come to you
See? It doesn’t take a dollar to change your attitude.
Only a moist mist and sunlight angled at just the right altitude.
Is sure to change your mood when you open the door
and there at the floor
a rainbow has found the golden you!
About the Creator
Mel Jackson
Mel Jackson is a 40ish photographer artist hoping and wishing and praying for success.
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