Rainbow

No ceremony, no portent

a lazy drizzle in bright February sun,

unheralded, the rainbow appears

forged from the darkest slate grey

and the wheaten brilliance,

majestically spanning its ribbon of colours

the briefest of interludes, seconds,

vibrant, ecstatic, spellbinding

then gone, and with it 

the life force of the afternoon.

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© Graham Sherwood 02/2020