Surely the flowers of a hundred springs
Are simply the souls of beautiful things!
The poppies aflame with gold and red
Were the kisses of lovers in days that are fled.
The purple pansies with dew-drops pearled
Were the rainbow dreams of a youngling world.
The lily, white as a star apart,
Rainbows are such lovely things,
They wipe away the tears,
And bring a glint of sunshine
To the grey robed somber years.
For what is life without a dream
To hold, to live, to see
The colors of God's lovely world
As it was meant to be?
Time is a rainbow passing by.
Just see how fast it flees,
Hidden, oh hidden
in the high fog
the house we live in,
beneath the magnetic rock,
owls, and the lint
of the waterfalls cling,
Time’s finger on the dial of my life
Points to high noon! And yet the half-spent day
Leaves less than half remaining, for the dark,
Bleak shadows of the grave engulf the end.
To those who burn the candle to the stick,
The sputtering socket yields but little light.
Long life is sadder than early death.
We cannot count on raveled threads of age
Whereof to weave a fabric. We must use
And God stepped out on space,
And he looked around and said:
I'll make me a world.
And far as the eye of God could see
Darkness covered everything,
Blacker than a hundred midnights
Down in a cypress swamp.
I was an enthusiastic painter, striving to apply more verve and color,
Like sunshine dreams, of blue-gray days, that couldn't be any duller.
Painting had for long been my passion, but had turned into a career,
Like the splashy sunset evenings, when blue stars magically appear.
I had sold many of my artworks, and had also held some exhibitions,
People admired my use of colors, its liberal use, with few inhibitions.
My mother was a prominent artist, and I'd followed in her footsteps,
I was an irrepressible and happy young woman, and graceful ballet dancer,
Who lived for twirling on a world stage, as red berries are shrub laughter!
I had practiced for so many years, striving to become the best of the best,
Like the untold luminous stars, that put the tranquil nighttime to the test.
At last I was enjoying the sweetness of success, like the bird newly flown,
Tasting the first ecstasy of freedom, and being able to make it on my own.
Unfailing sun wore its gilded smile, and creamy stars winked all night long,
Parallel colors go on forever, others swirling and merging,
Hued rainbows and smoky sunsets, from a chaos surging!
Hanging from the Christmas tree, ruby peppermint candy,
And circus clowns entertain us, attired so gaily and badly.
Often seen on animals, birds, leaves and even mountains,
Coloring all the days of our lives, from mystical fountains!
Arrayed all in purple stripes, the mischievous joker is wild,
Sharing this streaked world where very nature has smiled.
when sunshine emerged
a polka dot rainbow flared
above green treetops
things were looking up
all the colors coming down
children chased balloons
has unending surprises
a rainbow appeared
marking the long drought's ending
song from the treetops
in heart arresting colors
summer's turning gold
rising again from our knees