Beauty

Poem by Claudia Gary

Only prepare the soil and bury seed

in patterns you desire to see again

enrobed in color's riot. Only then

look up and hope the sky will meet their need, 

your need, for what your plan was all about. 

For if you say its name, there may be drought. 

 

American Arts Quarterly, Winer 2012, Volume 29, Number 1