rainbow season

with sky lavender to east,
and west of  vermillion bright
milky clouds aren't nigh
      the sipping blue out of town.


long lost walk to the hillside
dreamy tales of tranquility
   where none to might,
endless beaut of heaven bestowed


when I could turn over my shoulder,
to stare tirelessly to the arc of colors
       till the fade of uncouth time,
is the longed for what,of this wavering heart.