[Photo Source: My photos, my camera, my backyard The Rainbow's Way 3 NOV 2011)
(3 NOV 2011 – As sunset began its song and the rain eased for the last rays of sunlight, the sky was alight with the Double delight of a Rainbow. The Rainbow's Way arched in the sky from North to South in a Double Blessing that anointed the Earth. Too short the Life span – for as the sunlight faded – so the sky emptied and the sudden magic of the Rainbow in my backyard was Gone!
BUT – not before I was quick with my digital camera and captured some photos and video footage so I can share them with you here – ENJOY! The photos were taken in my backyard while I was facing East and the sun was setting in the West behind me - the rain was a soft mist that sprinkled my nose and shoulders as I took these photos. The Double Rainbow filled me with glee and thanksgiving – and I was so glad I was home and happened to see this fabulous Double rainbow in my own backyard! dht-2011
Below is a Poem written by my Maternal Cousin Emily Elizabeth Dickinson. I wonder what her Rainbow looked like as she looked at it then later wrote these words to its Tribute. Thank you Cousin Emily for sharing your words.)
Delight is as the flight —
Or in the Ratio of it,
As the Schools would say —
The Rainbow's way —
A Skein
Flung colored, after Rain,
Would suit as bright,
Except that flight
Were Aliment —
Or in the Ratio of it,
As the Schools would say —
The Rainbow's way —
A Skein
Flung colored, after Rain,
Would suit as bright,
Except that flight
Were Aliment —
"If it would last"
I asked the East,
When that Bent Stripe
Struck up my childish
Firmament —
And I, for glee,
Took Rainbows, as the common way,
And empty Skies
The Eccentricity —
I asked the East,
When that Bent Stripe
Struck up my childish
Firmament —
And I, for glee,
Took Rainbows, as the common way,
And empty Skies
The Eccentricity —
And so with Lives —
And so with Butterflies —
Seen magic — through the fright
That they will cheat the sight —
And Dower latitudes far on —
Some sudden morn —
Our portion — in the fashion —
Done —
And so with Butterflies —
Seen magic — through the fright
That they will cheat the sight —
And Dower latitudes far on —
Some sudden morn —
Our portion — in the fashion —
Done —
[Poem #257 by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson,
poetess extraordinaire and my maternal Cousin]
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