Oh

Oh

Oh, what beauty flows,

In rapturous rays of sunlight,

The gleam and glimmer

And, colors borne upon each flowering bud,

Captured, caught,

Expelled with sweet delight,

Only after exponential growth within,

The scarlet reds,

The deep sea blues,

And, brilliant whites,

So white t’would make the bride’s lace blush,

Now, on the eye,

The carnival that’s summer,

The dance that’s joy,

The beauty that’s life itself!

Peter Lowell Paulson

June 26, 2020

New Time Apart

New Time Apart

It’s rare for us to be apart,

A doctor’s call for surgery,

Though “routine” states the patient’s chart,

An overnight away from me.

We can’t complain, we’ve been so blessed,

For others suffer more in tears,

Experiencing eternal rest,

Of ones they’ve loved for many years,

Yet, new the travel on this road,

Mechanics wear through stealth and length,

Outsiders bear through techniques bold,

To turn the tide toward health and strength.

A call this morning, you are well,

With happy voice you simply cheer,

And, wonderful a joy I’ll tell,

She traveled long, our daughter’s here!

Peter Lowell Paulson

June 11, 2020