found poetry

Sometimes beauty is right there,

in the way the icicle curves in a breeze we do not feel

or in the way that ice cracks

or in a snowflake that falls on a cold winshield at a stoplight

or in the curve of a child’s sleeping cheek, or a gummy smile,

or in the way the bed falls toward a beloved

it can be in the way words spill

or a melody seeps in to a tuneless hum

or in a moment, quiet, filled only with the slow rhythmic tide of effortless breath

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Beautiful image used by permission and with gratitude from my beloved sister, Sarah at I See Beauty