Beauty

We do not fit in with esteemed Authority to ascertain Beauty that their caste may deem It to be--how shallow and vain they are in our amateur eyes! For us, magnificence finds us: Virgin snowflakes fall from the sky In myriad splendiferous Silence; A flock of ring-billed gulls Swooping wailing and squawking In descending widen circles amid the frozen flakes, settling like miniature river floes. This is beauty that’s apropos.