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Where Rainbows Grow |
(Moonstone Beach)
Driftwood, bleached white
by sun and sea,
lies jumbled on the sands…
the bones of a leviathan
they seem…
Sea and sky reflect one another
out to the horizon…
there they blend
forming the bed
where the sun melts
then sleeps.
In mists, high and low,
fragments of prismatic color appear…
undeveloped buds of rainbows
that one day will blossom
in arcs across the heavens…
And on the beach, in stretches
of glistening, multicolored stone,
warmed by the sun,
washed by the sea,
are the seeds
from which rainbows grow.
(Previously published in Through
Smoked Glass)
copyright 2001
E.W.
Richardson |
