Day 18 ~ 31 Haiku in Search of a Voice ~
Will I run fast fast
Enough to reach the begin-
Ning of the rainbow?
After dinner last evening, Barry and I watched a weather system move into our little region of the world like we’ve never seen before… heavy clouds touching the harbor and the earth through a filtered sun. The sky opening to rain and then clearing within seconds. Blue, Pink, Gray skies simultaneously. White clouds like mountain ranges. Dark Black clouds with long, wispy tentacles. Then this Rainbow. But not the entire rainbow. Just its beginning, touching the earth so closely that I felt I could run to it. It was glorious and delightful, like a children’s story. A Haiku in Search of a Voice, a child’s Voice, I think.