It is in the eye…
a trillion snowflakes, not one alike,
Van Gogh’s starry, starry night.
the flap of a butterfly wing,
the voice that comforts when one sings.
the shimmering sight of moonstruck tides,
the elderly couple side by side.
the Grand Canyon at the break of dawn,
children frolicking on a newly mowed lawn.
the lover’s footsteps coming down the stairs,
the ballet dancer in mid-air.
the yearning for the right words to say,
one kneeling at prayer at the end of the day.
…of the beholder.
Copyright 2021 @Art after
Hours by Kenn Storck
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permission.
kennstorck@gmail.com
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