enhancing the hues of golden trees
where a rainbow seems to originate:
a colourful bridge in the blue ether,
mountain clouds framing the horizon.
This alluring view from the autumn hill
relaxes my soul more than any pill,
breath disappearing ghost-like in the air
as raindrops drip as if a tap,
glistening jewels in the sunshine.
Then the rainbow weakens, vanishing
as dark clouds menace the sky once more.
The show's over but I'll remember
this beautiful sight...deep in November.