The Aesthetic Gaze
and bird songs sound like mountain symphony.
The blue bird from the swinging feeder hops.
Rhododendron blossoms smell like honey,
their petals pink, exploding imagery.
The buzzing yellow jacket dances by
and ants crawl past the flowers blissfully.
The noontime sun shines warm up in the sky,
behind the clouds, her countenance is shy.
'Tis such a peaceful place, where nature speaks;
a sense of calm pervades, as with a sigh
of happiness. The view of mountain peaks
in the distance, beauteous, bluey haze,
complete the picture; the aesthetic gaze.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019