Pinwheel Rainbows — Image by kenne
The Pinwheel, Green Jade and Rusty Blues
My rainbow colors,
spinning in the breeze
where I stand
shoulder to shoulder,
with Green Jade in his pot,
and Rusty, an old
barbwire-horseshoe windmill.
Then one winter,
my colors now fading,
Green Jade grew weak from the cold —
Rusty and I stood our ground
hoping Green Jade’s strength
would return in the spring.
Year after year
we hoped against hope,
I having lost all my color,
and Rusty, well,
becoming rustier,
as we continued to shared
Green Jade’s pot.
After a while,
the hurricane winds
blew in from the coast —
the strong winds were
more than Rusty could stand,
now he lies restfully
at my feet.
My spinning, having,
taken on a wabbly gait,
slowly weakening my pin —
when one day a gust of wind
blow off my wheel,
leaving only a stick
standing alone
in Green Jade’s pot,
with Rusty at my feet.
— kenne
