sand-dust with cream
intensely mauve’d rust
velvety blue-grey-indigo
layers of early winter’s
desert dawn horizon
beauty
WILD’ness
WILD
is beautiful
wild is free
wilderness is not
an empty canvas
for Man to do
what he will—
wilderness is
an already full canvas
painted by God
Glows & blossoms
The glow of the moon is poetry
The blossoming of flowers is poetry
The blossoming of woman is poetry
The glow of woman is poetry—
even more so, because
the light comes from within.
Water cycle
to cry is beautiful —
the beauty of one’s pain
leaving the heart
—blackout poetry created from Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014, pages 114–115
Beauty goes along
You’ve got to keep moving to keep the beauty of life in perspective. If you hold still too long, things go blurry.
Feel it, live it
If you feel beautiful, then you are. Even if you don’t, you still are.
Whole heart
Love beautifies any relationship like a ribbon tied around a present.