Doxa 13: Parhelion

Sky, finally. Two taut bows

of rainbow light

flank the shallow morning

sun, squinting through ice

crystals from last night’s storm,

the marathon reaches

of its rays shafting through

two houses across the street

and sparkling auroral

upon this six-foot snowbank

I’ve been amassing for dark

weeks. It is enough now, now

and ever, to drift beneath

Your fiery countenance.