Rainbow On A Morning Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Rainbow On A Morning



Thanks Dark - for the nightmares!
Rain bleeding all over me,
Like swarms of needling gnats

God what a night!
I parted the curtains of my ragged tent-
My little hellhole

A single crepuscular ray
Sneaked through a small rent in the filth
Of crawling clouds

I stared cynically
But yep! I admit, the rain was dying down-
My canvas yammered less

Was Nature having a tea break?
Another ray, fewer drops, lifting hope:
A winning sun!

A bird told the story on her flight;
Even she was looking over at the prism-
The over-arching schism through the gloom

Uplifted, upstanding, I even smiled;
When Nature turns and shows Her brighter side-
The one with rainbows on a morning

Dusted with a fine sprinkle of rain-
Then She has reminded us:
Catch Her at Her best




Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
































































































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