All caraway and wheat fields - no horizon

as dusty gold turns silver then to blue

a world away the range is topped with whiting

I watch the purple storm clouds start to brew.

Precipitation on the misty mountains

from dusty porch I see the circle form

a rainbow arch that shimmers in the sunlight

from icy blue to yellow-orange warm.

Intent on gold I try to see the ending

but somehow nature works a clever ruse

and just as I can focus on location

it slips away in shimmered greens and blues.

As quickly as it came it fades from eyesight

the prism dries and colors quickly die

I'll watch for nature's miracle tomorrow

and pray again an iris paints the sky.

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