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Autumn Leaves
volume 6 number 7
Autumn Leaves volume 6 number 7 |
Most people crave perfection
In themselves and those they
know,
But who knows when they've seen it?
What is perfection supposed to
show?
Is it an act? Or a quality? I wonder….
Or is it
being the absolute best?
Do we require it of ourselves? And
Not acquiring
it, become depressed?
To me, perfection is not just a quality
Or something we
strive to achieve.
Perfection is a state of being, from
Situations that
seem to interweave.
Gazing on a nest of baby birds,
Mouths opened wide for
food,
Watching while parents take care
Of their very dependent brood.
Observing an early spring lamb
Struggling to stand
upright, alone…
The innocence that surrounds them
Is stolen when
they are grown.
Clouds gathering in puffy swirls
Overlooking a lake of
sheer glass,
Profiles of a family of loons appear,
Free from predators
that harass.
A pair of owls flying from a barn,
In the safety of the
dark they fly,
Catching a glimpse is a pleasure
Those who've seen it
cannot deny.
Being the recipient of any of these
Little "miracles,"
one could almost say
They've caught a glimpse of perfection,
Not a
situation, act or planned array.
I've enjoyed perfection at various times
In a poem, in a
child, in nature serene,
Perfection cannot be prearranged, but
Now and
then, with the heart, it is seen.
