Weekly Rhymes (by Paul T. M. Jackson)

 

Rainbows (in Wales) (For Yarisel)

Though snowflakes fall down throughout the squall,

The sun still comes a-shining through,

Though clouds gather and rain pitter-patters,

A rainbow comes arching through the blue.

 

From hedge to hedge, and across the sedge,

It straddles this murky meadow,

And as we move on into the next one,

It follows us over there in tow.

 

You cross the lea, and away it flees,

But you have found your pot of gold,

For it was full o’ life, and cut through all strife,

With you whenever the gloom takes hold.