Rainbow

Through the arch
of beeches dark
and cool
I gazed at the sun

hung cold blazon
of white gold
on the horizon

as I moved
forward light made twigs
christal filigree
and the last russet leaves
flicker flakes of fire

rain fell from a grey sky
and the air was ice
and in the nearly dusk
wild plum blossoms
like moon embers

and when I turned
behind a chestnut tree's
amber bark wet thick
moss shimering and lichen blue
as snakeskin

a rainbow shone
and I was glad
to be alive