Were I the artist of creation,
the chooser of days,
it would be this day,
this sky,
that I would paint
when beloved Summer,
leaving rays of warmth,
would say goodbye.
This day,
This sky,
This brightest of all rainbows
And her twin.
Arching across sky
One end touching harbor
The other sliding behind hills
Above open ocean
Announcing herself
in bright bold shimmering stripes
Beginners Red
Rhyme-less Orange
Candied Yellow
Lively Green
Calming Blue
Finely Indigo, and
Violet Finale.
On this day
28 years to the hour
my other beloved said “I do,”
He, the one who taught me
How to love and be-loved.