beauty

beautiful, broken
none of us are complete works -
          that is life's beauty

Barren Beauty

hungry branches
stripped of leaves
reach their fingers
to the empty gray skies
along the silent roadways of winter,

there is a barren beauty
in their snow-covered limbs,
the reassurance they provide:
there are still four seasons -
we haven't yet
wiped them from the Earth -

it is stark
it is beautiful
there is peace
it is home

Painting

how do I paint
a picture of the natural world
within the confines
of inadequate words;

how do I make real
its vast and intricate beauties;
how do I show it
stealing your breath away
as it fills you with life;

perhaps, it is to encourage you
to open your senses;
to hear the songs of the birds,
to feel the summer breeze kiss your skin,
to open your eyes to the life that surrounds -
to see