The word “beautiful” has many different meanings…

The word “beautiful” has many different meanings…
Sometimes it is the fog tucking in the mountains and the valleys…
Sometimes it is the mere dots from crayons…
Sometimes it is the morning, wearing robes of crimson and gold.

Stop! Take another loving look…
Can’t you see that beauty is a sleepless mother…
Clad in sapphire blue…
With arms wide open.

She is waiting like a tree, heavy with fruit…
Never needing salt, pepper or any other spice…
She doesn’t know the words, “almost,” or “merely…”
And guess what! Today is the day of the harvest!

I give myself each day wholly to Her…
Now I’m dancing among Her shifting patches of color…
I feel like a boundless pup in a boundless land…
Because what is a show without a performance.

We, ourselves, create “dull…”
A world full of beets and turnips (yuch!)
When there is a spectacular beauty on the other side of our door…
And also, in the mirror.

I love you,

Annie