Beauty Is... Poem by Albert Ahearn
Beauty Is...
I followed a single snowflake
On its free-fall journey to earth.
Obscured by its frozen, cloned kind
Landed silently camouflaged
Like a virgin parachutist
Whose achromatic flake added
To the cumulative beauty
Of a wintery afternoon.
At that moment I realized
Beauty was not a single truth
But a delightful harmony
Of invisible qualities
Comprising the form of beauty
Most often sadly overlooked.
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