Carol Alena Aronoff

Illusion’s Beauty

Hugging the tree stump
like Hera’s children,
they wear the green silk,
pink and lavender velvet
of Maypole ribbons.
Adorning earth’s shoulders,
they bear early summer gifts.
I cannot walk by without
catching my breath.

When all else fails, when
world’s shadow seems too
close, too real, there is always
beauty, always. I can find it
in the dark by touch, just
the other side of fear.
The fragrance of tuber rose
on a bar of soap. The color
and texture of rust on cast iron.

Beauty knows no borders:
the bruised apple fallen
on the ground, lovely sight
to a deer, the transparent skin
shed by a garden snake,
the blue waterway
of an old woman’s hands.
A discarded gun. Even
a bomb to the bomb-maker.

My preference for flowers–
talisman for universal peace–
for earthworms and chameleons,
for kindness and the softness
of sea spray, is part of my dream,
insubstantial as a night rainbow
yet vivid. A beautiful illusion.

Carol Alena Aronoff, Ph.D. is a psychologist, teacher and poet. Her work has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies and has won several prizes. She was twice nominated for a Pushcart Prize.  She has published a chapbook (Cornsilk) and 4 books of her poems and photographs: The Nature of Music, CornsilkHer Soup Made the Moon Weep, Blessings From an Unseen World as well as Dreaming Earth’s Body (with artist Betsie Miller-Kusz)Currently, she resides in rural Hawaii.

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