Category: Poetry

rays of sun wrap the
horizon in orange ribbon—
gifting us the day

I do think it’s beautiful when my pen has been circling a subject looking for a way in, and finds it; when I’ve been looking for something as perfect as an egg, and I find that, too. Beautiful.

It may be in the sky, trees, flowers, wind or waves, and it is often fleeting. It can also be permanent, such as in great works of art, architecture, or cultural creations from around the world.

I find many examples of beauty in the surrounding nature, like the monkeys that gather in my garden, or the kingfisher, with a blue plumage, waiting for a lone fish, and the peacocks, who run havoc near the airport, not letting Argus blink even once.

It’s hearing birds sing on a clear day. It’s seeing couples dance to their favorite songs. It’s seeing a bride and groom say I do on the altar. Beauty lies everywhere.