Beautiful things creep in slowly.
One has to be attentive as
the busy day beckons seconds
to scoot faster. Oh, the busy day.
Notice the firsts first –
early warmth in morning’s mug,
how liquid gold soothes a soul;
a silver thread lines a bulging cloud;
raindrops partner with dewdrops
bubbling grassy arches like rainbows;
the Clematis blooms cling to vines,
pastels request a second view.
Oh, the beautiful things slowly
creep in. Attend. Look for them.
I see you and your splendor,
a gift in time, a treasure, Friday.
There you are charted
on the calendar in your own
parameters in your own box.
You sit side-by-side with
another marvel, Saturday.
You, two, pose like cousins,
pony-tailed and laughing,
in a moving swing, back and forth
you toss out laughter wrapping
around uncaged birds’ wings.
Oh, the beautiful – laughter
from rides, long strides, on a swing.
Talk about beautiful. Listen-
how weekend time woos.
Pastels of the Clematis blooms
reach with guiding direction,
as if caught in cozy conversation,
“Notice the beautiful – always
creeping in and out slowly
in time; small gifts exchange
to and from me and you.
Look at me reclined on the vine.”
Oh, the bolds in life’s pastels.
Here, lavenders and greens,
blanketing the soul’s soul.