In the midst of disappointment beauty is always there to be discovered. I wrote this as I considered what is wonderful in my life. Beauty is waiting.
Beauty is that thing
That comes
In time
Not rushed
It comes
Slowly
The lines
Becoming wrinkles
Marking the passage, of
time’s well worn path.
Everything
Can become beautiful
If it’s left long enough
Being with
Holding
Admired close up
Seeing
Time’s loving caress,
And, knowing
Waiting patiently
Discovering beauty.
Choices uncover beauty
Dreaming
Of what could be,
Cloud filled desires,
Billowing
In my mind,
Blown here and there
Till, settling
Comes
In a beautiful moment
Arriving, just now.
