Remnants of a Rainbow

"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces." - John Ruskin 1853 Remnants of a Rainbow Empty road Winds the season of afternoon Through still, anticipating, plains - Wilderness savannahs - Chases earth’s ever sloping curve Lost in time Under the capricious sun And jealous wind whirls Gathering a sachet - Agate dust in fool’s gold flakes Crumbs of twigs and freely offered leaves Regal velvet petals Paint brushing Bits of autumn’s glory On escaping cerulean fingertips Fiery dawn’s transcendent warning light - Cargo on cloud vessels Sailing into skyports where anxious, trembling, raindrops Wait For the eternal rainmaker’s apprentice To spin the whirls into a mystical mosaic - Arching ribbons chasing crashing light and blazing thunder – Awash with droplets dyed with rainbow hues In teasing footprints – tantalizing temptation – Just out of reach Before the eyes of the road Until twilight frays the edges Disperses bits of sunbows on washed out yearning– Cascades colors to devastated dusty emptiness Descends on grey mists - palettes of ambivalence - Closes doors on dreamy colorless rhapsodies – Bleached longing - Chasing bluebirds on remnants of wishful wings. 8-28-20