Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Poetic Asides Beauty

Beauty’s Sting

When I view lovely mountains,
those white-topped purple tents.
Or the ocean rolling rumbling vast and deep,
hiding  wondrous worlds.
Or the desert with Saguaro
stretching their limbs toward Heaven.
I hurt with regret
of not being immersed in beauty more often.
I make a promise to myself
that I seldom keep. 

1 comment:

Sandi said...

This is just lovely!