Beauty

if beauty be a word what be it

beauty itself, an image
perhaps a rose more beauteous be
if draped in dreams of good
precious things, bright, true and pure

distilled in morning mist
held in the still of evening
in quiet reflective moments
beauty makes beauty beam

if then it is a thought
it is the thought of you
all that you are
a word from which life doeth spark –

stars fly from the ember fire
in me again your glory glow

Richard Scutter 18 April 2006

Macquarie Garden, with bucket of roses courtesy of Denise - December 2004