My computer browser brings up a picture whenever I turn it on. One such lovely scene inspired this poem.
The Substance of Beauty
What has substance? A brick? A stone?
My own body, fuller than I'd like?
The pan of bread I've taken from the oven?
The infant I love far beyond life itself?
All have a loveliness all their own.
Few would dispute their substance.
What of the lovely flower swaying in the breeze?
The burgeoning white blooms on an apple tree?
Rows of spreading trees that display
clouds of exquisite lavender jacaranda blossoms.
A feast of beauty to surfeit eyes
with such weight it has - substance.
The quaint little town of Pinecrest in the mountains of Arizona faces its most harrowing challenge yet—a chilling murder that sends shockwaves through the community.
Marcus Lee, Pinecrest's newly appointed police chief, finds himself at the cente
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