twilight –
birds, even the crows,
begin their lullaby
beauty
everyday the doves come by to visit,
lured by scattered seed,
a small gift for the guests
what good fortune:
stopping,
the smell of roses
different and the same,
different and the same –
the beauty of her face,
the beauty of this cove.
different and the same,
different and the same,
her face, this cove,
beauty is the same.
seagulls float
on waves in the cove,
I float on the ledge above.
beauty occurs in the body, not the mind
again this year
wildflowers in the garden –
volunteers for beauty
beauty is a gift
God gives at the beginning
as S/he disappears into the world
sometimes I fear the beauty will never stop
and all that will be left of me. . .
molecules. . . flying apart
watching the deer
graze next door–
ignoring the phone