(photo by William L. Draper)
Reigning Beauty
I see the crescent moon through the baby mist…
A prelude to Jupiter in the night sky…
A clear night like no other…
Listening to Mozart’s violin concertos I could cry…
Remembering the beauty that my Sister once played
Drowning out all worry…, tiptoeing, prancing like a beautiful ballerina
Unfettered yet elegant style and grace…
When she walks in
She moves the room with the sparkle in her eyes
Emerald green paradise
She draws you in
and shelters you from the cold
cooking and baking
the ingredients she touches with her finger tips turn into magic
as you experience
Heaven on a Fork
Whereby every bite is the perfect bite
My taste buds have danced like a favorite sonata
I can say that I have truly lived
inside and out
With her company
She exposes me to my art of beauty
This is why my eyes water whenever I listen to Mozart
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