On my walk down rain-washed street
Where piles of leaves whirl round my feet
And clogged drains cause small lakes to form
I am glad I wrapped up warm.
I’d nearly reached my rendezvous
I turned up early, as you do
When, just before I went inside
A stunning rainbow, my eyes spied!
Stopped in my tracks, ‘cos it was cold
I searched in vain for crock of gold;
No matter – on my mobile phone
I’ll take a pic and bring it home.
Alas, the phone rang sharp and shrill
At the wrong moment, as it will;
While answering its summons sharp
The rainbow made haste to depart!
Ephemeral beauty left behind
Its presence lingers in my mind ...
As yet more rain begins to flow
Nature’s joys are often so…
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
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