Crisply the bright snow whispered, Crunching beneath our feet; Behind us as we walked along the parkway, Our shadows danced, Fantastic shapes in vivid blue. Across the lake the skaters Flew to and fro, With sharp turns weaving A frail invisible net. In ecstasy the earth Drank the silver sunlight; In ecstasy the skaters Drank… Read More A Winter Bluejay – Sara Teasdale
I saw beauty today, She smiled waves of peace and told me of her stories, The stories of generations past, She reminds me of humanity, The joy of gorgeous dancing, Her perfect peace reminds me of the memories of her celebrations, Ones past and yet to come, She is altogether amazing, Just by the beauty… Read More The culture of beauty
Some beautiful people I can’t afford to pass. Happy Monday!
I call it the sound of beauty 🙂