I see your beckoning presence
from a reachable distance.
You are full of color and charm in your entrance,
causing me to lose my resistance.

I'm mesmerized by my obsession
to distinguish your true motives
from the primary colors adorning your basic composition,
as I gaze at you from behind ginko leaves.

I see a layer of cottonlike clouds
surrounding your myriad streaks
on a relaxing Christmas afternoon, causing me to think aloud,
"How I wish I was a bird with strong beaks."

"If I was a bird," I thought,
"with mighty wings and water repellant feathers, I'd have the chance to see what many have sought, overlooking mountains and heathers."

But I must now gaze at you from below,
admiring the beauty that others might somehow overlook,
realizing the seconds, minutes, and years gone by haven't been slow.
But now you introduce me to a fresh start, like the beginning of a book.

So I now start the new year
with only looking forward, not behind,
save for all the souls I hold dear,
knowing simply that this rainbow fulfills wishes, even for the blind.