Beauty is the stolen moment 
of a single green field among 
the grey of the trees. 
Beauty is the sudden reddish brown 
of the grasses 
and the clear view 
of the fields through the dark trees, 
the daring of the hawk as he 
somehow avoids 
the barren branches and 
soars through the woods. 
Beauty is the single glimpse 
of a deer family 
in the 
winter