plain beauty

Walking in cold
The sun is out in a bright blue sky.
Intense blue shadows deepen in the snow.
Fresh flakes sparkle on top, even in shade.
We walk among the stars.

After seeing A Trip to Bountiful again I look at scissor-tails online.
I’m reminded how I always seem to live
where plain things are found.
Wherever I live, the rocks, the shells, the plants and animals
tend to be shades of gray and brown.
Maybe I’m that way, too.

They don’t catch anyone’s eye.
They don’t call attention to themselves.
But it doesn’t mean they aren’t beautiful.
Their beauty maybe isn’t obvious, or flashy,
but it draws me in closer
for a better look
even (maybe) to touch.