Beauty

I just can’t escape it
It’s all around me

No matter where I look I find some

Step outside – my, look at those stars!
And the moon. Sigh.

Even on the ground I see
Sparkling like little spider’s eyes in my headlamp
Tiny bits of mica? Gold? Who knows what

Morning clouds suffused in a salmon glow on one side
And clothed in soft gray shadows on the other
Against a background of the deepest blue imaginable

Flowing away from the sun
Like the long pleats of a fan
Gently held in a lady’s hand