An Interview with You, my Love

You slip your fingers intimately

Through mine

For you know what I am thinking

By the hint of a smile

In the darkness

Between us

Is it an inch

Or ten-thousand miles?

Is there a difference?

For when it comes to love…

…to you,

There are no empty spaces

They are full of love

And  thoughts

Of love

The greater the distance then,

The greater the love,

But no,

For I love you completely

And in its completeness

There can be no increase

Or decrease

Simply

Love

J~

A Prayer...

You have searched me oh Lord and you know me

My shameful, vile innermost thought

But You love me still in spite of my ill

And cover my guilt with your blood

I cannot flee from Your presence

Though sadly, I admit that I’ve tried

When my guilt and my shame burdened me with self-blame

You placed Your grace o’er my pride

Lord, give me a heart of discernment

So I may hold fast to the right

Teach me your way and help me to obey

For You are the Way, Truth and Light

© Janet Martin

Psalm 139

John 14

Winter's Farewell Tear

Image source:  theshadeshop.blogspot.com

They fall tonight, like desperate tears

A pleading dance of woe 

Until the violet disappears

'neath frazzled flakes of snow

And all the verdure of first spring

Is blanketed in white

As winter, with a final fling

Muffles the countryside

The tender face of new-born leaf  

Shivers upon the limb

As overtures of winter grief

Falls on kind ears of spring

‘Be gone, ye fretting tide of chill

Each season hath its day

And though I bid to thee no ill

I cannot bid thee stay’

They fall tonight, the frozen tears

Of unrequited love

For none can halt the flow of years

That rolls from ports above

Beneath the snow the violet sleeps

At dawn the sun will smile

And melt the coat that winter weeps

Upon springs emerald isle

© Janet Martin

Winter made a desperate attempt to return last night,

Only to melt away in the morning sun

Gathered Wealth

Gather your treasure

Do not wait till the morrow

To tally the measure

Of laughter and sorrow

Gather your treasure

Not in dollars and cents

But in the grand pleasure

Of simple events

Toss to the breezes

Your gathered despair

The darling wind teases

The soft morning air

 Gather your treasure
For time's temporal  strand
Dissolves in a moment
Like waves on the sand

Then gather the treasure

Of sapphire and gold

The sun on the water

The sea in its hold

The gaze of a loved one

The sparkle of joy

Dancing in freedom

Of wee girls and boys

Gather your treasure

Not in earthen parts

But kept in the measure

Of love’s thankful heart

© Janet Martin

When All that is Missing is Your Body Next to Mine...

As empty as a faithless prayer

Is midnight’s dark and naked air

Sheer will alone cannot replace

The haunting void of emptiness

Ephemeral want restricts clear thought

When all I know is what is not

But still I feel your absence near

Quiet observer of my tear

To drift upon a hapless wave

Is to lie early in death’s grave

The body is a transient shell

Where longing and fulfillment dwell

And whether you are far or near

It does not really matter, dear

For I hold love’s most sacred part

Within the sanctum of my heart

© Janet Martin

Written for IGWRT prompt: Bodies...

Shaping Heritage...

Dear Mother and Daddy

We hold in our grip

More than the turning of page

But in every moment

As softly they slip

We shape our child’s heritage

Dear Mother and Daddy

What do they observe

As they adapt our attitude?

Do they learn to trust beyond

Life’s startling curve

And know that God is good?

Dear Mother and Daddy

We cannot change

The sorrows that lay in the earth

But for our children

We can begin

A heritage of invaluable worth

Dear Mother and Daddy

Show them the stars

Point to the unfolding bloom

For as you do

You will stir in their hearts

The wonder of God’s living-room

Dear Mother and Daddy

One day at a time

Is given to learn and to teach

As God leads the way

He will teach us to climb

And attain what seems out of reach

© Janet Martin

Awhile ago I posted a poem with a footnote telling of how I opened my mouth to show them the moon…

And then shut it, thinking the kids didn’t really care how big and beautiful it was…a few comments reminded me to tell them anyway, because it will teach them to see, even if they don’t seem mightily impressed at the time. Someday they will remember, and understand.

Teach them to see God in life’s ordinary miracles!

p.s. is ordinary miracles an oxy-moron? 

I thanked God... as they boarded the bus, for the gift of watching this miracle....every school morning I have been given the health and ability for 15 years to watch and wave...

I was stirred anew when I read this: at Lilacs and Lavender just now...realizing how crucial, quick and precious those pre-school years are...

I borrowed this quote from Megan as well...

"It often happens to children

and sometimes to gardeners

that they are given gifts of value

of which they do not perceive

until much later."

~ Wayne Winterrowd ~

 

Phantom Dancer

Of all galactic establishments

You chose earth

On which to place your feet and dance

Its stricken girth

I stayed up to watch for you

But never saw you pass

And yet, you left a silver shoe

On every blade of grass

Janet

Gift of Infinite Compassion

Armed with the valor of new hope

Dawn sweeps the stringent sky

Outlining limb and darkened slope

‘gainst heaven’s waking eye

It spreads in victory certain

Up to the vaulted blue

And rends the heavy curtain

And bids the night adieu

As surely as God’s keeping

As surely as His word

As sure as every season

The pulse of life is stirred

To wake above, new morning

To nudge beneath, the seeds

As spring-time’s grand adorning

Its awesome Maker heeds

Armed with the surety of God’s care

We view this virgin day

Breaking across the atmosphere

In dawn’s perfect array

As we, earth’s vilest creature

Touch Mercy’s unmarred face

Trusting fair nature's Teacher

And God’s amazing grace

© Janet Martin

It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. Lam. 3: 22-23

Perfect Timing...

Come to me

Not when the night has sealed its lips

But when the day laughs

In the mouth of the lilting sky

Then my fingertips will not ache so

To hold you

As I pluck the bloom from its stem

And brush the lock

From out of your eager

Memory…

Janet~

Ineptness of Ink

What is this raw and raging thirst?

This graven enemy

That sets itself against my words

And makes a fool of me

What is this savage, silent plea

That rages ‘neath my skin

And claims the very heart of me

In torment deep within

What is this strange and soulful dirge

That mourns the quickened dark

Tracing the tide where echoes surge

Yet never leave a mark

What is this lonesome melody

That whispers in my quill

It is the frozen agony

Ink teardrops cannot spill

J~

The River...

Image Source: panoramio.com

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhN7SG-H-3k

There is a river flowing

Not through earth’s pasture-land

Where buttercups are blowing

And shores are made of sand

There is a river gleaming

Not with slow, silver tide

Where now we lie a-dreaming

Against our lover’s side

There is a river running

No isle of barefoot bliss

Where summer-hearts are sunning

And old hearts reminisce

There is a river winding

Not through the tumbled grass

Nor ‘gainst the earthen binding

That holds its waters fast

There is a river roaring

Into a boundless sea

Its rushing waters pouring

Into eternity

There is a river passing

Twixt earth and Heaven's shore

Our final, farewell crossing

Into…forevermore

© Janet Martin

On Acceptance...

We may fight with denial

Life’s immutable facts

And suffer them bitterly

Or we can stand tall

Admit and accept

Life’s imperfect things that must be

We cannot escape

What God allows

And if we fight stubbornly

We cannot improve

The here and now

By what we refuse to see

Acceptance of weakness

Is not an excuse

For mindless apathy

But it is the first step

We must choose

To find hope’s possibility

© Janet Martin

Are you brave enough to say it?

Those first words toward making our worst our best…

To say ‘I accept the fact that…

I am sick…

I am addicted to….

I am an alcoholic…

I am not in love with my spouse…

I am angry because…

I am jealous…

I am greedy…

I am afraid…

I am depressed…

God, I am weak…help me

Dearest Memory

A table is just a table

A humble plank of wood

When it has been cleared of dishes

And every crumb of food

But oh, if you could borrow

My mind’s eye for a while

To play back what I’m viewing

I know that you would smile

Is there a memory dearer

Or a song with sweeter sound

Than a table set for dinner

With a family gathered 'round?

© Janet Martin

This was pre-lunch, before the dessert did a landslide;)) and I forgot to take anymore pictures
because we were having a good time;(

Swiftly, Silently

 

The rush of the seasons

Makes nary a sound

Yet, suddenly spring is upon us

Be careful. Lest slowly you turn around

To see autumn’s sweeping chorus

A gathering of bread,

A labor of spoil

The swift, silent night of slumber

Live well thy moment

Of pleasure and toil

for each of man’s days has a number

Janet~
So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom. Psalms 90:12http://bible.cc/psalms/90-12.htm

Long After...

This…

Would be nothing more

Than cold, clinking silver and china

But the anticipation

Of what lays in store

I can think of nothing finer

Than the gathering

Of family,

A circle of friends

Sharing the food and the laughter

For even though

All special times must end

The memories still cheer us

Long after

Janet

My mother and sisters are coming to lunch!

Moment-streams

Image Source:http://blackoaknaturalist.blogspot.ca/2010/03/rivers-of-flowers-on-table-mountain.html 

Beneath the umbrella

Of sunlight or star

Of noon, mellow yellow

Or moon, faint and far

The moment-streams trickle

Across centuries

And what we put in them

Are Time’s legacies

Beneath azure canopy

Or midnight’s sweet dream

Rivers of primrose

And anemone gleam

Only to wither

As all nature must

Back to its birthplace

In cradles of dust

Beneath tumbled portals

Of cloud-schooner fleet

Is the journey of mortals

And the moments we meet

Above this umbrella

Of undefined scope

Is the end or all moments

…and man’s living Hope

© Janet Martin

Taking Chances

A heart, a heart

Such a fragile thing

A risk to give away

And yet we share

It bit by bit

In pieces,

Every day

A heart, a heart

Such a tender thing

Once broken,

Never quite the same

But we cannot love

And keep hearts intact

So we love

And love again

A heart, a heart

Such a treasure-chest

And oh,

What riches it holds

The memory of whispers

And smiles; a kiss

More priceless

Than rivers of gold

A heart, a heart

It comes apart

But oh,

Time heals again

So live and laugh

And love

…and lose

We never love in vain

J~

Of Deathly Silences

If we flung down our pens

Would anyone care

If beckoning whispers

Remained a-drift on the air?

Would it be missed

Those words never penned?

Would the wind be content

To be nothing but wind?

No low-flung melody,

Or cantankerous tone

No moody company

When we are alone

And all of the music

Which poets have sought

Would simply remain

In a casket of thought

If we flung down our pens

Would anyone care?

As agony drifts

On the tear-spangled air
And all of our want
And all of our need
Would endlessly taunt
And never would bleed
From hearts to fingers-tips
And from finger to page
From page to soft lips
on a distant stage
But the air would remain
A tightly-sealed hold
Of deathly silences
Hungry and cold

© Janet Martin

I just finished reading mike's interview on Poetic Bloomings,

and Laurie's interview on Poet's United,

 and it struck me how poet's and poetry

 are so vastly different yet hold a kindred distinction!

Poem-lets on The Unknown...

Image source:  longpauses.com

We cannot see the Unknown

It looms, dark and large

But we are not alone

And God is in charge

 ***

What lies ahead?

We cannot tell

But with God at the lead

It will be well

***

The unknown persists

An unyielding sky

But mankind exists

Beneath God's watchful eye

***

My faith is scarce

Half a mustard seed

But God knows and cares

For every need

***

The Unknown presides

But one thing I know

God’s Presence abides

Wherever I go

© Janet Martin

Psalms 139

4 Before a word is on my tongue
   you, LORD, know it completely.
⁵ You hem me in behind and before,
   and you lay your hand upon me.
⁶ Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
   too lofty for me to attain...

 ²³ Search me, God, and know my heart;
   test me and know my anxious thoughts.
²⁴ See if there is any offensive way in me,
   and lead me in the way everlasting.

Time's Minuet

 Image Source: minuetcompany.org

Boccherini - Minuet

 Click on above link with wheel of your mouse)

 The hemlock and pine strum the sky as a lyre

On darkness encroaching dusk’s vulnerable air

Over the land dips a somnolent brush

Another day slips from earth’s slate in night’s hush

As skylines dissolve in the mouth of the sky

And wind-songs evolve to a slow lullaby

Whilst over Time’s silvery edges I hear

The whisper of moments as they disappear

Midnight’s troubadour moans, on transient bend

In amalgamation of beginning and end

As tomorrow becomes what yesterday was

And present succumbs to past’s deepening pause

While oceans of living and loving and lust

Pour into eons of ashes and dust

And still ever hastening days become years

As moment on moment a life disappears

Where is the piper; the sound of the flute?

Strike now the timbrel, ere laughing turns mute

Dance as the violin’s quivering lay

Pines on the moments yet slipping away

See how the Maestro directs this grand choir?

Of moments and memories, dreams and desire

Fleet foot of passion and prayer pirouette

Over the garden to Time’s minuet

© Janet Martin

Happy Birthday Lucy...may you enjoy life's dance!

Earth's Treasure-chest

The pearl of noon’s raindrop bedazzling the grass

The diamond of dew on frothed meadows of glass

A halo of gold in dawn’s warm, gleaming crown

Soft amethyst fold in still evening’s night-gown

The silver of mist as it drapes on earth’s slope

The sapphire bliss of July’s calliope

The jade and the onyx of fir tree and pine

The ruby that spills from the bud on the vine

The garnet of lips, kissing and smiling

The moonstone of cloud-ships and lilies beguiling

The opal of rainbow, the topaz of your gaze

The emerald flow of  fresh, summer-sweet days...

...I may be a beggar, yet rich as a king

As I behold treasures of nature's fair things

© Janet Martin

Compromises

There will be…

A sharp, dry 'sense'

Lodged in my throat

and eyes...

...Nothing new

Yet still intense

Love’s pleading compromise

 And there will be

Soft whispered prayers

As I reach to the moon

Amidst the flow

Of thought and tears

And parting

Way too soon

…and there will be

Forevermore

The ‘what if’s’ and the ‘why’s

Within my soul

The ocean’s roar

Within my ear

Your sighs

Oh, there will be

Until we meet

A cruel and kind delight

To know love’s memory

Bittersweet

Sleeps with me every night

J~

 

Shadows on a Wall...attempt #2

Poetic Bloomings Picture Prompt

Darling,
It isn't so much
 the 'not dancing'
that hurts,
but the parting of ways

Darling,
it isn't the silence
that drives me mad
It's the echo
of lost yesterdays

J~

While They Debate...

Impatience tells me I can’t wait

And Patience says I must

So while they argue and debate

…all I can do is trust

J~

Sonnet of Wonderment

When I consider the work of Thy hands

The planets in flawless precision laid

The order of seasons startling earth's sands

The force of oceans at shorelines contained…

When I consider the scope of Thy plan

How Thought void of Time placed existence therein

And how it encompassed the falling of man

With One all-supreme sacrifice for sin

I cease my babble; for I cannot grasp

Even a shadow of fullness so vast

When I consider the gift of Thy Son

The crown of vile thorns on Love’s sacred brow

How rivers of mercy and redemption run

As cries of doom ‘neath deliverance bow

To speak my amazement, I am at loss

As I contemplate my pardon, blood-bought

For when I consider man’s hope at the cross

Only grateful tears can utter my thought

What is man, this sinful creature of dust?

That Heaven’s perfect Lamb should die for us?

When I think of boundless eternity

How time-yoked minds cannot fathom its breadth

And then I compare infinity

To God’s grace and compassion beyond height or depth

I cry, oh my God, where can I begin

To comprehend a perfect Love so deep?

I hear a Voice whispering from within

Do you love me? Then will you feed my sheep?

I think of how one drop of His blood sets us free

And cry, yes my Lord be it unto me'

© Janet Martin

 When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” 

With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.John 19:30

The Sum of it All

Poetic Bloomings Picture Prompt: shadows Dancing on a Wall

Somehow we knew

Even as we held each other

And danced that final dance

That it was good-bye

Forever

Even as life insisted on broadening

The past

And even as hope persisted

In holding its memory fast

We knew the sum of it all

and the best we can recall

are two

vague

youthful

shadows

dancing on a wall

J~

 

I Am Strong...

I’m not that strong

The road ahead

Is fraught with the unknown

It seeks to twist

My mind with dread

And turn my joy to stone

I’m not that strong

I cannot hold

The weight of sinful seed

Or with my shallow

will unfold

the strength and hope I need

I’m not that strong

But there is One

Who takes my fumbling thought

And reminds me

that He is strong

even when I’m not

© Janet Martin

…and He said unto me;

My grace is sufficient for thee;

My strength is made perfect in weakness.

Touching You~

I touch you with words

They are all that I have

For you are too far from me

Words in my thought

Words in my prayer

And words in my memory

I touch you with words

reluctant compromise

But oh, what a solace they bring

Words in a sonnet

Words in a poem

Echo of words...whispering

Janet Martin

Sonnet of Vexation...Sunday Whirl

Thought sweeps over me that I cannot bear

Grief’s alchemist sports a merciless craft

as supple portions of angst and despair

overtake tender joy where we loved and laughed

Its acumen probes with acid reproof

Bitter tears; the juices of deep regret

My sprinkled conscience is standing aloof

I cannot gauge twist my heart and my head

what leads to goodness or to plundered spoil

for your words are sweet as honey and oil

J~

The Sunday Whirl

Why Rolling-pins?

(this photo contains my smallest rolling pin and a few that I wish could talk;)

Why rolling pins?
They ask me,
intrigued as they count all 120 plus...
I smile and tell them
Well, because someday someone will ask
'Remember so-and-so's mom?'
and you will say 'no'
but then they will say,
'you know, the lady with all the rolling pins?'
and then you will laugh and say
oh! yes, I do!'

Why rolling pins?
I'm not sure,
 but there's something
solid and simple about them,
like me,
my values...
I like the images they conjure,
comfort,
fresh pie
hungry, eager children.
I look at the old battered one
and wish it could talk.
Did a loving young man carve it for his bride?
Did it ride a covered wagon
fiord streams,
finally to end up
in their first home in Canada?
Did it quietly perform,
helping a weary housewife rid herself of frustrations
she would never speak?
Did it get wielded overhead
as erring children fled,
or the dog with his nose in the stew?

I like the feel of a rolling pin in my hand.
Wooden dependability and
calming, in its back and forth motion
as I roll the pastry,
cookies,
humming,
thinking,
praying.

 Janet~

...and Laurie K.
on my other rolling pin post you asked if this means I like to bake...
I do:)
on some days:)

Closer

Image Source: caloniedoesart.wordpress.com

 

My pulse quickens

Adrenaline rush

Gathers my thought

In a sudden hush

As a ladder of moments

Stretched to the blue

Is leading me ever

Closer to You

J~

Acknowledgments... linked to Skywatch Friday

linked to Skywatch Friday

The wind bends the air in mutinous growls

Pushing the sparrow back into its nest

Yesterday’s sunshine is swallowed by scowls

Muttered from thunder-clouds low on the west

The slack grin of leisure has furrowed its brow

Purpose of plundering rides on the gale

As shutters flung open are bolted now

Respectful of nature’s preeminent wail

Elements rumble beyond man’s control

Over the delicate measure of thought

Fully aware of the vulnerable whole

In every achievement that human has wrought

Fragments of wistfulness cling to the arm

That gives and takes in a flash on the sod

As nature unleashes its wrath in a storm

Mankind acknowledges his dependence on God

© Janet Martin

Oh, Won't That Be Something...

What A Day that Will Be

Oh, won’t that be something when He plucks the veil

From our haggard earth-dimmed view

When visions of sickness and sorrow grow pale

In Heaven’s immortal hue

Oh, won’t that be something when we touch our feet

Not on this world’s broken sod

But skimming the surface of golden streets

Into the arms of God?

Oh, won’t that be something when we fly beyond

The sunset that borders the west

And all of our weeping and groaning is gone

In that promised land of rest

Oh, won’t that be something when we lay aside

This mortal body of dust

As we look to see gleaming gates swinging wide

Where treasure will never rust

Oh, won’t that be something when He takes our hand

Though wretched and poor it may be

When we hear the words, ‘good and faithful servant

I have a mansion for thee’

Oh, won’t that be something when we fall before

The throne of the heavenly King

And we praise our Savior forevermore

As ageless eternities wing

© Janet Martin

All that the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never drive away.

John 6:37

In the birthday poem below Mary left a comment that really got me thinking...

Secrets

They say the sun can’t talk at all

But oh, today I heard her call

From oceans of cerulean sky

She cajoled me with her eye

Right through the window to my chore

Until; she drew me through the door

And led me over emerald scape

We danced, I lay against the cape

She spread across the fragrant earth

I drank the sun-warmed wine of mirth

As purple-petal meditation

Lent a sweet intoxication

In the arms of new-born flowers

Who dares tally pithy hours?

For I must see the wee bud wake

Nudging its shell until it breaks

And I must see the leaf begin

A tiny flower on a limb

And I must hear the trill of lark

I cannot wait until its dark

For then the sun has slipped away

And I would miss what she would say

…they say the sun can’t talk at all

But I know I heard her call

What she said I'll never tell

He only hears, who listens well

© Janet Martin

That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it!

 

Birthday Poem

A birthday is a precious gift

It comes from up above

As God continues to grant life

In faithfulness and love

A birthday is a gracious gift

To which naught can compare

We lift our hope and praise to Him

And trust His tender care

A birthday is a joyous gift

Of God’s goodness and grace

Each one a stepping-stone toward

Our final resting-place

A birthday is a treasured gift

That only God delivers

We lift our hearts as we receive

And humbly thank the Giver

© Janet Martin

Man's days are determined; 

you have decreed the number of his months 

and have set limits he cannot exceed. Job 14:5

My Strength

My weaknesses would fill the sky

My strength is one small word

Though weaknesses may multiply

My strength is in the Lord

© Janet Martin

 The LORD is my strength and my shield; 

my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. 

My heart leaps for joy 

and I will give thanks to him in song. Psalm 28:7

Inexorable Lullaby

The Colors of Claude Monet - By Licht courtesy pixdaus.com

It slithers from the willow limb

Entwined in lambent sigh

Of hollow midnight diadem

And rending lullaby

It runs its restless fingers

Over longing and delight

Stirring memories that linger

Deep into the quiet night

It ravages intention

And distorts visceral thought

In reckless intervention

Summarizing what is not

Yet, the clock broadens 'forever'

In a phantom hour glass

And the waves release their candor

As the ceaseless ages pass

While the hollow of the midnight

Seems to touch the very core

Of a melody of moments

That can never drift  a-shore

J~

Purple (Teddy) is Found!

 ( I peeked into her room before coming in to do the 'tuck in' and found a picture of contentment:)

Remember this? Lost Teddy


Tonight she will sleep like the mother
who sleeps
without an ear tuned
for the sound of a door
or a step
Tonight she will sleep
a slumber
rich and deep
All the children are home
tucked safely in bed

Janet

Yes, mother found it so Mother got the reward!
...Four chocolate-covered almonds and three dimes:)
The reward was sealed in an envelope the day the posters went up
so the almonds were a little....chewy;)

Oh! Where was it ? In a bag of Anne Geddes dolls stored in my closet,
which I found while spring cleaning today!
The Anne Geddes dolls come out for a special treat so they don't get 'wrecked'.
I guess Purple hopped in the bag with them the last time they were out to play...

 "Ford's in his flivver," murmured the D.H.C. "All's right with the world." Aldous Huxley

Over-taken

It rolls over vale, hilltop and woodland

Tides of green mercy, sweetening our scope

Vision of wonder transforming landscapes

From dormant dreaming to refurbished hope

It sweeps without movement in subtle oceans

Spring metamorphosis bleeds from the shell

Of earth’s stricken glory and reflection

Miracles spilling to furrow and dell

Into the pasture of heartlands it rushes

Reviving our spirits and warming our smile

See how the morning and evening light blushes

As spring consumes winter with passionate guile

It rolls over hilltop, valley and meadow

Jubilant anthems of ecstatic grace

Earth responds to the Maestro of Heaven

Emerald diadems cover her face

© Janet Martin

Things are beginning to green!
These pics are taken a month apart...

Lover

 image source: cruzine.com

You call me

Stalwart figure luring

Me to your faithful, strong, out-stretched arms

Like a tree

Planted by the water

Your roots run deep, grounded in my heart

Oh my love

The seasons leave their mark

But you grow more beautiful with time

Take me now

Let me rest in your boughs

Of brawny strength bending with the storm

© Janet Martin 

Prompt from Poetic Blooms

 Parallelogram de Crystalline is a poetry form created by Karan Naidu. This form consists of 4 verses of 3 lines each. The syllable count for each stanza is 3, 6, 9. In this style of poem, the beauty of a person is usually compared with nature and described in those terms…