Simple beauty

Your long hair sometimes blows violently when it's windy,
getting in your eyes.
I like the way you screw your face up.

An eagle glides in the blue skies,
Watching the distant ground as he flies-
Riding the air currents with ease
as the sun gently warms up his feathers

Two people lay on the wet grass,
watching a raging thunderstorm above,
Fearless-
as great purple bolts pierce the clouds above.

I see you, clever little squirrel,
sneaking amongst the oak leaves with such grace.
Are you looking for your precious nut?
which has to be here somewhere, alone and cunningly placed.

A child runs free,
through these fruitful fields of joy
holding hands with his young sibling
eyes tightly closed
giggling in tune to the morning sun.
A precious moment in time.

Bex & I