A L O H A
Diamond Head
green-crowned and ancient
at dawn against the sea.
She
savors the light
like memory
in the rich salt air.
Diamond Head at morning
does not need to rush—
but breathes the coral light,
as gold unfurls along the beach.
The sky leans soft
against her shoulders,
pale blue steeped in hush
while she readies herself,
another dawn
before the day begins.
Standing barefoot in that hour,
feel the sand's embrace.
The island knows your name
but sings it in silence instead.
Never say there is
nothing beautiful in
the world anymore.
There is always something
to make you wonder
in the shape of a tree,
the trembling of a leaf.
Albert Schweitzer
Oh cat, I'd say, or pray:
be-ootiful cat!
Delicious cat! Exquisite cat!
Satiny cat!
Cat like a soft owl,
cat with paws like moths,
jewelled cat, miraculous cat!
Cat, cat, cat, cat.
Doris Lessing
Monday Murals
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