For gopher wood and pitch,
In the rainbow's promise.
I set My rainbow in the cloud,
And it shall be for the sign [that] . . .
The waters shall never again become a flood
To destroy all flesh.
The ORANGE of the Narcissus Cragford
The YELLOW of the first forsythia bloom
The GREEN of the weeping willow
Today, with the exception of the blue sky,
All gemtones remained, albeit soggily.
She knew the blue would return
Whence the storm had run its course.
And so she smiled,
Having found her colorful promise,