You will find that this poem has a completely different tone than my other one that was published in the school’s literary magazine, “Blue Roses.” I hope you enjoy this one. The picture is one that I took at work one day, after a storm calmed, but there were still sunshowers, producing a rainbow.
As I stand outside in the rain and see raindrops,
God’s mini-prisms, I think of the beautiful spectrum
That those prisms create.
I turn to see rolling clear skies beside me,
The sun shining brightly.
Turning my back to the sunny blue skies I see
In front of me a miracle,
As the sun’s light is refracted through those prisms
And paints a spectrum across the sky.
Ah, a breathtaking rainbow appears.
If only I, too, could be a rainbow
And be brighter in dim times!
© 1993 Marla Crews