Connected by beauty
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I wrote this poem the Winter before last, while sensing the presence of my late partner in the first glimpse of morning
CONNECTED BY BEAUTY
Dearest One,
You passed my bedroom window
In the flight of a winter bird,
The lightest whisper
Across my immediate landscape,
Your shape described
By a swift, speckled-brown movement.
Snowflakes fall
Making fresh music with the air
Forming a delicate dance,
Some ushered by the wind
To a skater’s glide,
Others parachuting
In a patterned freedom.
Nature is offering
Her magical surprises,
Partnering my awareness
With a palette of love.
Connected by Beauty
I take your hand
For this heavenly, morning waltz.
