My friend, Doreen Giglio, is intensely talented. My hero (guess who!) deciphered beauty as that which catches a spontaneous and deep emotion; the experiencer knows not whence; that it can be neither categorised nor defined and one should not attempt definition or categorisation; for to do so, strips said beauty; furthermore, the same is said of art.
“And of poetry, the success is not attained when it lulls and satisfies, but when it astonishes and fires us with new endeavours after the unattainable.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson, Love, 1841
My friend both astonishes and fires!
Once again, I leave the reader in the skillful hands and gifted pen of Doreen…
“April Showers bring May flowers,” was my mother’s way of comforting an irritating complaint heard from her three children that just wanted nothing more than to play outside. When I would hear Mom utter these very beautiful words in a sing-song fashion, I would immediately think to myself that ‘Flowers are nice but really Mom?? What do I care about flowers and the month of May?’ If I couldn’t have sunny skies to play outside with my neighborhood chums, then life would sure be a drag. Boy, did I despise the rain way back when. Now as an adult, the sound of these little droplets of moisture that fall from the heavens are so peaceful; comforting. The rain satisfies an insatiable thirst along with cleansing the soul. It is Mother Nature’s sweet fragrant perfume that blankets the Earth which is soothing to every living creature.”
By, Doreen Giglio
Rushing through the trees a warm wind blows
All is waiting on bated breath
Instantly heaven starts to weep
Nature accepts the gift of tears
Drenched, satisfying a firm thirst
Rose petals strewn with trifling pearls
Open leaves welcoming relief
Peace after a nourishing rain
Serenity washes over me…