All-natural 3/17/03
Was that Mother Nature
I saw walk by?
I’ve always heard
She was beautiful
Why are plain things
Prized so lightly?
Blended into being
She flushed like neon
Flowered splash of perfume
For unused best dresses
The hopes of garments
Exquisite in signal
Sveltely swifting hips
Sway this way and that
The smooth hypnosis
Of seasons ebb and flow
Swathing hair of fluid
Bathing about her face
Swelling waves of mystery
Change rock given time
Melting utterances of delicacy
Weave past ears to heart
The soothing murmur
Of rain on the roof
Journeys remain within
Waiting, waiting
Tell me you’ve seen Michael
At least heard of him
O pinnacle of design
Has no one noticed?
Did Mother Nature
Just walk by?
I hope it was
Her daughter
-Matthew Harri
A musing of simple beauty
