rainbows fade too soon
turning to vapor as night
falls upon the sky
mist rises at the new moon
the night sky falls toward the Earth
Copyright © 2017-06-18, by Lizl Bennefeld.
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As the last traces of the afternoon’s rainbow faded away, I found myself regretting that it would not…that they never remain long enough to satisfy that in me which longs for a rainbow at the end of the storm. One must pay attention to the rainbow when it appears, remember it, and bring the memory out again as the need arises. Much more need for a rainbow, much more often than they find themselves in the sky. They’re not to be ignored or discounted. One puts aside trivial chores to count the colors and mark their disappearance as they fade again.