old man with broad smile
married 50 years and says
look at my wife there
as lovely as day we met
love always sees true beauty
a picture
of hate may be viewed
from every possible angle
and still no beauty found
mountain morning mist
fresh breath of life’s true beauty
a sweet reminder
first
one
firefly
suddenly
another
and
another
soon
a hundred
perhaps
thousands
swirling in the breeze
wrapping around the moon
caressing it like a lover
sky aglow
a shooting star
from orion’s bow
pierces the night
then
the symphony
begins
owls
join
the coyote’s song
while frogs
sing bass
and i
breathe
in the beauty
of the night
and
bask in
the wonders
of
my
wingless
flight
This poem was inspired by Gabrielle Bryden’s post on November 29, 2011 where she introduced me to the Penguin Cafe Orchesta (http://www.youtube.com/watchv=NPpRJoYISSQ&feature=player_embedded) … Listening to the music engendered the above poem…please stop by her site (http://gabriellebryden.wordpress.com/) to feel inspired too….cheers!