Rainbows in the Trash

And as the sweet cicadas call,

in this, only early July,

I wonder if the world will

ever be the same again.

The bees have burrowed in the soil,

and herbs have gone to seed;

will August bring an early fall?

Will autumn quickly recede?

Then I found these rainbows in the trash

and captured them for you.

Do not despair, it's only hiding

the earth, we know, will renew--

It's just waiting for you

too,

to renew.