Habitually I look out my window
I seek as always, a rainbow
For it’s the most beautiful of God’s creation
For the poet in me, it’s an insatiable temptation

But as I see the skies and I admire
More than I’ve ever seen or known
How can I miss dawn’s offer to my desire
To fall upon what for most is disdain, thence unknown

As sun hides behind the opaque skies
Only lights the clouds, a picturesque
The heavenly image drawn behind my eyes
Whispers “admirer of me, a poesy is due”

And my mind fills swiftly with your portraits
Covertly but leisurely, tastes like parfaits
In fantasy of my courteous ecstasy, and is cozy
I’m inspired, so I pen for you a fresh poesy