in a perfect curlique
of unending apple skin
beauty rests
on a young mother's shoulder
as a newborn slumbers
for the first time in hours
beauty speaks
in crayola contracts
magic marker declarations of love
and watercolor belly laughs
beauty shimmers
off the ripples made
by all those i think i cans
that finally took the leap
beauty travels
down feathered eye lines
this way i know by now
let me show you how
yes, there is beauty there...and i believe in all things, we just have to find the perspective to see it...
ReplyDeleteRipples. I want me some ripples.
ReplyDeleteBeauty...
Love watercolor belly laughs.
ReplyDeleteaw, golly. this makes me all sighful.
ReplyDeleteYou ran a knitting needle through me with that last stanza. Didn't hurt much. I'll be all right.
ReplyDeletealso, rene, just love your new spring look. love it! (even though i know you are under some snow right now!) xoxo
ReplyDeleteRene~
ReplyDeleteI've lingered in my garden this morning, and loved every moment; so this was the first poem I read today. And I thank you. I could not have had a better start to the literary portion of my Friday. This one is a gift and a blessing.
Feels like a classroom. Love your new layout/look.
ReplyDeleteHope you had a nice snow day. xo
I just clicked that link and read Dolores. So amazing. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for the love.
ReplyDeleteYou bring me up, every damn one of ya.