POEM 13
A sky so ominous with nimbostratus puffs, heavy with dark beauty. Like a scene from another world.
Stratocumulus Clouds like angry geese flapping their wings and thundering with the setting sun.
Then a rainbow arching over the mountain scape, a multicolored dome catching up gilded light, promising a reprieve.
The rains have ended leaving a meadow green and lush with wild flowers painted pastel and pristine beneath the orange tinged chaos dissipating overhead.
.
Nice, cyclical poem. I enjoy the structure of simile after simile until the rain ends and there is the portrait. Your last line begins the cycle back to the title. Well done!