Thursday, October 1, 2015

Beauty with a Capital B

Trying to keep the door open to writing:

Beauty with a capital B

So full and round with your
Soft mewing and articulate consonance
As if uttering your essence with great reverence



            When the light from the sky

Darkens with its own solemn call
And mornings hold the sound of owls
Long past the hour of rising

            We reach
For the paling repetition
Of color
Falling petals

from unopened buds

To gather into the earth,
Our hearts

            For Beauty

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