open wound specter
waiting for life’s return
taking a tour to tomorrow
a seasonal whim
when the sun returns
wrapped in secrets
creating a calm
that wound it’s way
around a cloud
kept behind a hill
until a rainy day
when the rainbow arrives
dVerse Quadrille Monday What’s in a word, wound
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
Love the use of the homographic word in both contexts here. Would that, at least metaphorically, we could find a rainbow every day! 🙂 Thanks for posting!
Rainbows always arrive after a storm! A lovely hopeful poem 🙂