Wind drives rain against my window
and causes the Internet to play
peekaboo with my satellite
dish; it’s another stormy day.

I am almost lulled to sleep by
the pattering of the raindrops,
my thoughts becoming foggier,
when the rainfall abruptly stops.

I rouse myself and see the glow,
bright sunshine is already beaming.
I look downward to see the light
where a fresh rainbow is gleaming.

It comes from the prisms in my
window, hung to reflect sunlight,
casting upon my carpet there
their spots of color until night.

2 replies on “Reflections”

Thank you Steven. I saw that photograph and had to use it. It looks like a tunnel to tomorrow, and it may yet inspire a poem all its own.


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