Rainbow Dawning

The golden brilliance of the Dawn

ushers in a precious morn.

Out to the East the sky’s afire;

for the dark of night, a funeral pyre.

To the West, a crowning glory;

a Rainbow speaks of Gaia’s story.

And here betwixt the night and day

I stand and watch and humbly pray

to the spirit of this very place,

“Please fill me with your gentle grace.”

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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