Beauty

Lost in dense night of idle imaginings when

drowning in mind\'s stressful

abyss find Beauty whose reality restores

intent to climb up from the false. 

 

Beauty hides in season\'s events, she lurks

behind avian melody,

shares with listeners her tune in streams,

whispers through rustling leaves,

lows as cattle feed, patters in drizzle and

sings duets with wind in eaves.

 

She freckles the paths of dappled woods,

patterns shells, clothes chicks,

colours dropped evening when sun sets,

paints mist on green hills,

ridges sand when tide ebbs, blankets wild

flowers round Spring hedges and

creates swept blue of forget-me-not skies.

 

Beauty magnifies gems to those watching

for nature\'s show, she bends

to suffuse peace this trainer of souls, like

rose-scent drenches air she

enters awed moments and there begets

pleasure in fresh observation

by displaying jewels to human perception.