Saturday, February 28, 2009

Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder.

As I trudge through these dirty streets,
littered with cigarette butts and broken glass,
it's easy to curse this filth.

A red umbrella, yellow crocuses,
the cold rain that washes the guilt
and shame from the ground...all these things
can be called beautiful.

It's what I live for.


  1. Simplicity at it's best! well done! what a nice picture. Just my style. Only, I have no idea what my style is!


M is for Margaret, who was swept out to sea...