Half a Rainbow, the Morning after a Summer Storm
by Joan Leotta
Walking down to get my morning paper,
I glanced upward into a barely lit sky
still tremulous with dark
streaky clouds from the
previous night’s storm.
I spotted a rainbow
springing up from the river
running behind the neighbor’s
house across the street.
Bow of color bent over the marsh,
its tail end hidden by a still forming
new set of storm clouds.
I ran back into my house for a camera.
Padding back out still in robe and slippers
I spotted my neighbor across the street
her back to the awesome
sight, as she collected her newspaper
from her own driveway.
“A rainbow,” I cried out,” there’s a rainbow
“I know” she replied, frowning.
She gestured toward my camera.
“Its’ only a half rainbow. Hardly worthy.”
Amazed, I shook my head and snapped away.
I chose and would choose again
to revel even in that small bit of color.
No beauty should be wasted.
Joan Leotta has been playing with words since childhood. She is a poet, essayist, journalist, playwright, and author of several books both fiction and non-fiction for children and adults. She is also a performer and gives one-woman shows on historic figures and spoken word folklore shows as well as teaching writing and storytelling.
Joan lives in Calabash, NC where she walks the beach with husband, Joe. www.joanleotta.wordpress.com and https://www.facebook.com/pages/Joan-Leotta-Author-and-Story-Performer/188479350973