Beauty Calls
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
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