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