Autumn Beauty

Autumn Beauty

We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair, yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied, and beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting not an empty hand stretching forth, but rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted. It is not the image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears. It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, but rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.