the rains, gentle dripping of promises
of new life as the sun rises behind
the backdrop mass of grey clouds
with sycamores, a sculptured death cycleif the beauty is in the whole of it.
if beauty is rain, grass, worms wriggling up
sidewalks, wet, littered with leaves
leaves clinging to trees, trees rising barren leafless beauty skeleton fit structuresif all that is deeply satisfying,
beautiful, soul happiness is sinking
masses blending to landscapeif becoming part of the larger whole
mutely without justification.
beauty is in just beingpure happiness comes through, not in dreams
but settling into the cycle life
accepting my place in death.
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poetry for the poetic: 5
Poetrythis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️