“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all“
— Emily Dickinson
Many people are wondering whether it is too late to restore the environment to health. I don’t know the answer, but I HOPE that it is not too late! The poem below is the last of my three environment-themed Halloween Sonnets.
I Remember Rainbows
I live today on earth, a shabby place,
in dreary post-apocalyptic haze,
but I remember glowing rainbow hues,
and sunny skies above, quite clear and blue,
and even if my skies are grey today,
lush rainbow colors flood my dreams always!
No fish are swimming in polluted streams;
in dreams, clear rivers flow to shining seas.
No birds are singing in the leafless trees,
but dream-birds nest in trees of verdant green!
Though even weeds can’t bloom in sterile clay,
I dream of vivid flowers every day
where dream-bees feed in joyous, playful scenes,
and I remember rainbows in my dreams.
Copyright© 2021 by Cheryl Batavia