Dear Plato, Beauty is the beginning… Sometimes, I wonder about beauty. Beauty must be what God is, what heaven will be to our senses. Different people perceive beauty differently, but for me, the most profound occurs in chiaroscuro–the interplay of shadow and light. I thrill at the moment dissonance blooms into harmony. Chills whisper down…
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Mountainside Life
Reefs of mushrooms in the moss Yellow cabbage butterflies Matchstick trees, flamed and fallen Black against the pale sky Glassy waters. Glassy eyes. With so much beauty and so much death, my boots smash ants, damp brown with blood, the wonder lingers on the breeze like breaths through slightly parted lips, dark the storm clouds,…