Rainbow In Ice
                                       by Ralph Fletcher

          I found a little rainbow
          trapped in a chunk of ice.
          Iced rainbows are seldom seen:
          I don't expect to see 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;
          maybe I'll see it, fully grown,
          when summer storms pass through.