My husband came in yesterday and took me by the hand, and raced me outside – and here is what we saw: A perfect rainbow!
A Perfect Rainbow!
Isn’t it interesting that seeing a rainbow makes us, for that moment, 5 years old again? Is it possible to see a rainbow and not be a bit awed by the magic of it all? – or wonder if there is a pot of gold at the end of it somewhere?
Here is a poem I wrote this morning, inspired by yesterday’s rainbow:
A Rainbow!
Full of hopes
Full of dreams
Every one knows what a rainbow means
Magic
This moment
Time is paused
Our eyes awed
Colorful beauty takes our breath away
Stand still
Make a wish
One for you
One for me
May our hearts’ memory ever see
Rainbows
I think my next artwork will have a rainbow in it 🙂
