Rainbow Dome

Driving along the mountain side, 
Looking down on the land below, 
Fog blanketed the cold winter ground, 
The blue sky covered an albino sheet. 
It was a sea of white, polished clean, 
Snowy like Alaskan tundra 
Brought to the heart of Tuscan Italy. 
Suddenly a brown mound appeared, 
Rising out of the ancient mist, 
With five rainbows arching over it, 
Meeting at the top, an umbrella of colors 
Wrapping the cathedral in natural ribbons. 
A hunter was pulled over, on the shoulder, 
His brown-skin coat beaten by bushes, 
Rifle dangling in rest at his side, 
Gazing in wonder with arms akimbo 
At the miracle on ice.