what is

what is beautiful
someone asked
well a flower about to bloom
that is beautiful
a shimmering star flying across the sky
the lines etched around my mother’s brown eyes when she smiled
the mountains echoing in grey in blue
the sea that lingers
where the moon falls into gold
leaves in rich hues dancing to the ground
someone warm to hold
a woolen blanket in my bed
with a dog or two curled by my side
until the night turns to day
and worries from the pervious day
gently fade…



If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.

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