Don Pearson's Ode to Beauty 🌺

(For Annabel Jones) <br /> <br />I have walked with beauty, seen it set in stones, <br />Run my hands across it, thrilled to hear its tones, <br />Tickled it from rivers, swum with it at sea, <br />Joined with it in passion, watched it run from me. <br /> <br />I've seen beauty on the plains, running in the grass, <br />Soaring in the mountains, brought close through a glass, <br />Glimpsed it in the forest, awful, striped and fell, <br />Caught its flashing azure flight in a lakeside dell. <br /> <br />Now the Teign is swathed in mist, merging with the sea, <br />There a fern is growing on a mossy tree. <br />To the West, the looming moor births a wooded combe, <br />Here some frills of lichen brighten up a tomb. <br /> <br />I found beauty round the world: Taj Mahal, Mount Cook, <br />In the great cathedrals or fossilized in rock, <br />Kathmandu and gay Paree, Niagara and Rome. <br />Now I rest amidst it, in my Devon home. <br /> <br />8th March 2011<br /><br />Don Pearson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-290/