I Walk In Beauty

Idanha-a-Nova, Portugal

Monsanto, Portugal

Lilies, Idanha-a-Nova, Springtime

I walk in beauty.
Every syllable that dared
escape these lips,
filters through
this willing body,
some sweet as wine
others bitter with the
heavy taste of earth.
An invisible hand
gently placed
on shoulder
bare and
brushed
lightly by the grace
of sol.
I walk in beauty.
Following the texture
of ancient stones
caressing my feet,
every step
a future past
framed by
billowing clouds
to the East;
to the North
a hole where
rain breaks free
descending from blackness
bestowing the gift
of fertile color
upon the land
in vibrant greens,
a thousand shades,
teased by purple
yellow
white.
I walk in beauty.

(May 2008)