In my summer childhood memory
I stand at the edge of the lake
Oblivious to the warm drizzle
A white quilt of mist hovers
two feet above the water
Its thick line dividing dark pines
On the far shore from the lake below
The blue-gray surface of the water
Is a never-ending pattern of musical notes
Circle upon circle, each ever widening
fading and being overwritten
by fresh rain plops
I look to my left towards the western horizon
framed by retreating sentry lines of trees
The sky is dazzlingly alive
A cacophony of vivid color and shape
The jagged leading edge of slate clouds
Is set ablaze by a sinking lava sphere
And streams of light radiate outwards
Like the incandescent aureole
of a saint ascending to heaven
I breathe in its beauty
And my soul expands
Then something taps my right shoulder
And turning, to my awe and delight
A rainbow reaches from shore to shore
It shimmers, delicate and ephemeral
gold, red, blue, and all hues between
In light of its imminent danger of extinction
My eyes swallow eager gulps
as though for my body’s parched need
It is the only quenching there is
Such a feast, this three-course banquet
A sonnet for eyes and heart
Fleeting moment now surviving fifty years
Such a lovely poem, I see what you see and feel what you feel through your gift of words.
So beautiful and brightly alive in you, Celeste! I particularly love this: "My eyes swallow eager gulps / as though for my body’s parched need"