Listen to the Rainbow

(Written March, 14, 2005; I later discovered the term synaesthesia, which describes the mental function of involuntarily merging sensory experiences.)

Listen to the rainbow: the dainty notes are flung
And scattered high upon the air - refracted - bent among,
Until a thrilling misty bow upon cloud turrets hung
Comes streaming down in liquid throng one clear cascading song.

The stirring tones of poetry, luxurious and grand,
Resounded like the thunder's growl that rolled across the land,
And the blossoms of the apple trees, each faintly blushing spray, 
I felt again upon my cheeks as winds that softly play.

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