Rainbow…Better Days to Come

Rainbow…the color of hope

Rainbow…Better Days to Come

Teeming rains, blinded sky attests,
the slow and insidious winter cover,
lost light and gloom of utter loss,
and pray for sun we may,
its frozen hand a deft demand
of misery, of light decay
that steels our hearts to slumber.

Hibernate we wish, if only
to dream until those rays resume,
but we must face our dark season plight,
and live within its bare and lifeless tune,
so I bid you be gentle rains,
not flood our minds with strife,
just leave us be with just a hint of hope.

To my disbelief a rainbow forms,
colored beauty of nature’s sigh,
respite and light for a longing eye,
to breath but for a moment,
and smiles alight in broad daylight,
the rains subsides for hope to ride
on the wings of a soaring eagle.

Then closes sky,
and looming dark clouds brood,
as rain attends its winter quest,
sunless sky and light bereft,
and gloom returns as if to spurn
that hope I did so wish,
at least I had a glimpse of better days to come.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

4 thoughts on “Rainbow…Better Days to Come

  • August 18, 2016 at 10:21 PM

    Rainbows are always a sign of hope, and so beautiful, especially when unexpected. Great verse, Tony. Better days are to come before you know it.

  • August 18, 2016 at 10:51 PM

    Yes for sure, yesterday we had a 25 degree day, not a cloud in the sky and today, 14 degrees, rain, hail and misery. Glad you enjoyed it Phyllis.

  • August 19, 2016 at 2:46 AM

    Nothing better than chasing rainbows. Even as a little tyke I would chase rainbows. Knowing there was no such thing as a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but, I always thought “you never really know”…….awesome poem my friend

  • August 19, 2016 at 2:55 AM

    Much appreciated Kurt, yes as a kid I wanted nothing more than to find that rainbow end, but never did.
    Cheers my friend.


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