Pondering words, the storm drain
of my mind, raw,
an augury of rainbows,
impossible to reach.
Ghosts endure the interface
of despair and hope, the turning
point, where darkness
is exhausted and light
begins its return.
All we need is a song.
Kim M. Russell, 29th August 2020
A found poem for earthweal open link weekend
I wanted to go back to the Storms and Rainbows prompt, so I read it again, and look what I found! Image found on Pinterest.