Sometimes I circle around

that moment when everything pauses.

Catching my breath

in the wind and the rain with long grass covering the world like fur.

One of those days,

but what glorious light and color.

The crickets keep singing

all through this rainy night and these steadfast roses break my heart.

A brief glimpse

that flares up like the flame in a lantern--suddenly brightening the rest of the day.

The original meaning

of the word "spangled".

Sometimes it seems

as if the world throws you a bouquet: a jolting reminder that beauty is not some kind of idea but a recurring gift that shapes the days.