Looking over the fields towards the Sun,
Observing that the rain had just begun,
A freshness seemed to permeate the air,
And all that one could do was, stand and stare,
As something magical crept across the skies,
A vision that was reflected in my eyes.
A sight of infinite beauty, there to see,
One of the wonders given to us, for free.
Lovely colours blending, like a dream,
In subtle hues, an arched rainbow supreme.
© Ernestine Northover
It has become so apparent Ernestine, that if you have not seen it then the chances are, it was never really there.Your words fill and amaze me and all through this you have shown such strength and conviction towards your reader and towards the heart.Love Duncan
Thank you for the beautiful picture drawn by your words. Patricia
A lovely picture of serenity Ernestine, Excellent work. Love Andrew x
A fine lyrical poem from a fine painter of words. Filled with colour and light, your words shine. Bless you Ernestine. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
What a lovely poem of the worlds beauty Ernestine. Rainbows almost seem magical don't they? How can such a thing appear? Oh, this was so nice! Sincerely, Mary
A perfect ode to a rainbow. Repeat for a double rainbow? Lovely. -chuck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful piece reflecting the wondrous portrait of a rainbow, yielded from the harvest of splendid imagery and viscous rhyme. A refreshing read. - K.