Everything looked heavenly
The day I first saw her;
Beauty had been showing off,
So exquisitely ordinary,
Filling my eyes with unexpected tears.
I rounded the bend
And there she stood,
Exactly where she’d always stood
Exactly where I’d never seen her,
A white shock of contrary lightning
Charging earth’s energy skyward,
Behind her the leaves
Of more timid trees
Blushing an orange backdrop
To her nakedness.
She is most lovely in the fall:
A long-necked flapper, deco styled,
Arms extended, wrists turned up,
The rusty robe of autumn
Draping coyly off her limbs,
Her alabaster trunk
Disarmingly,
Audaciously
Bare.
She is nature’s unapologetic swagger.
She is magnificent.
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