Red From The Rainbow Poem by Leslie Alexis

O happy am I at the display
of a cloudy sky in the month of may
as it passes by along the way
to wet what's dry with misty spray

But as they leave and rainbows fall
and the colors weave, I notice not all...
It's hard to believe that this could be
but the red has left and clings to thee.

It's in blushing cheeks below laughing eyes
It's in ripened lips - a warm sunrise.


Copyright © 2011 Leslie Alexis