"She walks in beauty." ~Lord Byron
When first seeing her gardens, you
instantly have a glimpse into what
the heavens must look like.
In walking around the stone path
intertwining the beds, you find
yourself with wantings . . . wanting
to stay there, wanting to pick some
posies, wanting to curl up for an
afternoon nap amongst such glory.
And then, she serves a repast . . .
Again, each an every item is choice.
Many from other lands, some she's
made herself. I'm torn 'twixt and
'tween just sitting there enjoying,
and the actual eating.
Her lingo is beautiful. She has a
way of making the luncheon chat
all about you. She not only queries,
but she truly listens. So many of
us don't even really understand
the art of listening.
And then, she treats you to her
paintings. Telling tales out of
school, she explains the nuances
behind each. I find myself much
moved with such longing.
'Tis the sound of her melodious
voice, the gestures, the sharings.
She is an artist in every fiber of
her being . . .
She walks in beauty!
*Dedicated to . . .
Marilyn Stannie Wells, Ph.D.
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