In The Eye Of The Beholder ~

"She dropped her shyness like a nightgown,

  and in the liquid glare of sunlight on old boards

 she held up her hands-as if,

 in the terror of the upcoming skirmish,

 she had at last understood

  that she was beautiful.

 In her own way.”

 Gregory Maguire

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In Sync ~

"Starlight and comet tails burned

 the tips of

 endless grass below into

 hammered silver.

 Like thousands of tapers in the chapel

just blown out but still glowing.

 If one could drown in the grass

it might be 

the best way to die."

 Gregory Maguire

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savoring summer's gold

dancing in time with

morning's light