Terry D. Sutherland

BEAUTY

As the moon splashed through the trees
Shadows danced on shimmering leaves
A performance with no encore
Each movement repeated; no better score

Quietly we watch once again
What a picture we could pen
If only the words we could find
To describe the beauty on which we dine

The moment has passed before we know
Fleeting and gone; no words to grow
We’ll watch again for something new
We’ll wait for dawn and morning dew

Perhaps now is not place or time
To put the beauty to words and rhyme
We’ll put it in our mind for today
The beauty will return on a different day