Beauty

beauty is the hum
after thunder-
we say there is no
perfection but death,
the moment of silence
in which all can
exist and yet
nothing at all.

beauty is reflections-
the painted swirls
blended together
by a trick of light,
an impossible illusion of
pastels and darks
broken together.

beauty is the intake of
breath before impact-
the sudden burst
of light in
the loneliness of winter
and the orange sun
in the window
of early morning.