Monday, February 28, 2011

Acuity


1/11/02--Revised 2/28/2011

In the dark of night it shines,

dances and glitters against the black

It envelops everything, softly, gently like a mantle of perfection

I wonder how it can be so beautiful, so innocent

it assumes nothing, it wants nothing, it holds no prejudice

it is everywhere

it is kind

it is honest

it is there as the season turns, offering no predictability,

mysterious and spontaneous

it marks it’s own course, it’s own destination

lying in wait, patiently, calmly

it departs quietly, invisibly, with no hesitation

it enters in for but a moment, to alter but not destroy

it is familiar, it is home