We know it when we see it
that beauty that makes all else fade

That beauty that is a balm
to all maladies of body and soul

That beauty that makes one say
ah, if only you could stay, it would be alright

That ghostly moon in the early evening
cerulean blue summer sky

That reddish light in the catalpa tree
its’ bold relief, presence strong

Ah, beauty, you are a wonder to behold
if only for your fleeting moments, amidst the refuse

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
June 2019