Rainbow In Ice

Rainbow In Ice

I found a little rainbow

trapped in a chunk of ice.

Iced rainbows are seldom seen;

I don’t expect to find one twice.

It stayed outside my window

where the wind would keep it cold.

There were seven strands of color

and a tiny pot of gold.

All winter long I studied it,

how the yellow rubbed the green.

Red and indigo made bookends

while the blue nestled in between.

I wondered where it came from,

this orphan rainbow child.

And though I longed to tame it

I knew to keep it wild.

One warm March day the rainbow left;

on brilliant wings it flew.

Perhaps I’ll see it, fully grown,

when summer storms pass through.