Beauty Thrown in the Face of Sadness
Disappointment had supplanted lighter pieces of wardrobe,
as slivers of many rising suns escaped nets of memory.
This day had marched in languished steps
behind so many sibling clones,
ignoring the wonder that lives in seconds.
Clinging to an indulgent sullenness,
I almost failed to catch the tones -
the cautious, natural smile
that graced her words.
Her simple message played for me,
promising nothing more than now -
nothing less than a magical chance
to reclaim my day -
to discard the mask of elusiveness
that I had painted over acceptance.
We rode in silence,
in silence again.
Two white-tailed deer
answered our silence with their own -
seemed to measure the sincerity of our presence.
A hapless, trail-shy dog,
some great distance to our rear,
triggered well honed alarms.
The white tails bounced across the meadow.
She simply breathed, "Oh! How beautiful!"
Her smile embraced my mood,
dressed it in alchemy,
bounded over my day,
and waltzed us into clouds.