Beauty Calls

Written by: Carole Cookie Arnold

Beauty Calls Soaring on the melody of a meadow lark Bathing in a whippoorwills love sonnet Slumbering to the soothing coo of doves Under my nightlight made from the stars Cool is the night, safe is my bed In the hands of the old oak, I rest All of the night sleeps in silence A voice in itself that is loud Dawn will lift her countenance A peek, a look then a smile Warming our day with a new hope And a dewy kiss of revival Ribbons of color inhabit our vision Saplings begin to stretch in growth Caretakers rise early to till and water Blooms bare their full faces toward the sun Sadly too many miss this miracle Caught up in life’s daily grind Take but a moment, watch a day birth Know that it breaks anew just for you free verse Carole Cookie Arnold 02/10/2011