Poetry: Apt Words
Poetry I have written for my wife, Rebecca. Presented for the first time anywhere. Visit her blog at My Faces of Life.
True beauty is all around
lovely things that make no sound
pretty sights which can be found
on this earth to which we’re bound.
True there are things which are sweet
when he and she distant meet
to scorch dread time burns the heart
never neither longs to part.
True, awe comes from many things
an elephant with golden wings
a snow-strewn path newly made
rows of pines in a winter glade.
But, of these things I write and speak
long I yearn and long do seek
about you divine most of all
you are Winter Spring Summer Fall.