Rainbow

A view of many memories

weather this afternoon .... though no sighting of a rainbow for thee ...

A  clock that still chimes, and keeps the time  ...


Up down, in and around the streets of town,
In hues and blues and brown.
The filters in new of old

The colours of another seasons end,
so bright and bold.
These evenings bend
into nights of cold.

The mind in mists
from those that
work in useless, fruitless lists,
nothing new in that old hat ...

Rigid in views
of therapy in times anew,
After a dear hubby
who himself went blue.