The trees all know
the color of snow
isn't the white
you see all around.
There is an after glow
from fallen snow
as if a rainbow
fell to the ground.
The colors fly
back to the sky
in the dusk
as the sun goes down.
The Evening Star
calls from afar
and the rainbow
returns to her crown.
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ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful. I read it at bedtime, in the Still of the Night. The thought of the Rainbow returning to her crown particularly soothed my Soul. And as I drift off I will envision the afterglow of the new fallen snow...and see anew the beauty of a Rainbow/
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and striking photo!
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