When our grandson was about two or three years old, he often stayed at our house. Every afternoon
he used to watch the colored refractions through two small crystals. The flittering patches of light danced around the room on the walls
and ceiling of our upstairs bedroom. From late spring to early fall, those two crystals would catch the sunlight for about half an hour---cheap entertainment for a three-year old.
"Crystal Rainbows"
(Saplings, 2005)
In my bedroom window
Upstairs and down the hall,
Hang two magic crystals-
A teardrop and a ball.
In the morning sunlight
With curtains open wide,
The crystals cast their magic,
On walls, from side to side.
Red and blue and yellow,
Each rainbow has its place.
But when I twirl the crystals,
Around the room they race.
Like multi-colored fireflies
They dance and flit and spin;
While through the open window,
The morning sun beams in.
But slowly rainbows fade away
As sun climbs in the sky.
Please, hurry back another day
So I can watch you fly.
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