there is nothing more shocking than Beauty: 

unexpected, never, ever, the same twice -

some times: momentary, startling the senses

of being, time, even breath, into suspension: 

flashing, living wings into the evening sun...

if no human saw, this would surely still be 

more beautiful than anything. must we be 

the only ones who believe we see? even now,

the wind settled for one stride, paused, then

smiled: for this earthly gift, so golden, golden....