Above Rainbow Valley

A rainbow rose out of the valley this morning, and I imagined a bird hovering above it — watching the land quiver and the world slowly find its light. This poem grew from that quiet moment.

Above Rainbow Valley


Hovering above the tall, showy rainbow,
I watch the quivering land below
graciously and warmly shake hands
with the phenomenon’s vertical strands.

Then I hear the valley’s enchanted trees
majestically applaud with collective glee
about such a surreal, peaceful sight —
as the faltering world finally sees the light.

This poem found its evening companion in Matt Corby’s “All Fired Up” — a gentle echo from Rainbow Valley.

Ivor Steven ©  July 2026