Finding Beauty
Beauty is hard to find, at times
amidst the
anger/hurt/pain
of life.
Beauty is out there
(and in here),
but sometimes you have to fight for it.
Thank goodness,
because
otherwise how will you ever
learn
how costly and priceless
beauty can be
and, in truth,
usually is?
However,
the leaves
of this year’s autumn
are spectacular.
Looking at them
it seems impossible
that somebody didn’t
set them up
exactly as they are
so that if they could speak
they’d quote
Jackson Pollock,
“I am nature.”
And no one
would be inclined
to argue.
