“Yes, Yes You out on a morning jaunt
Tell me, what do you see?”

the ruffles of new leaves
flirting us on toward summer

a gossip of poppies, such
a loud and vivid crowd

a bold deer, undeterred
from her breakfast by you or me

So sweet these seasons
each ushering us in and away

I feel the swell of it all
pressing its beauty upon me

As if the Beloved grew each
tiny symphony just for me.

“But of course I have!”

Where is the splendor
but in the beholder?

-paige stewart

mixed media by Allison Kunath