Sonnets from the New World

BEAUTY Sometimes unexpectedly unbidden Beauty comes. Not a downpouring of doves Not a Venus sheathed in an ivory shell Not even the lenses of Stonehenge in its season- Stones aligned to catch the sun as it moves Mystically majestically through holes And crevices. Not even these spectaculars- The light against the dark the white ecstatic Stars falling and setting the sky on fire- Take possession or let the moment take The horse high over the hedge with an unseen rider. It comes when least expected when the dark Opens a crack to let light filter in- A word a look a sudden realization. - David George Step into the timeless world of the poetry of ideas and humanity art and nature history and beauty.