Unrivaled Beauty

I know nothing

Of those things they write

Of Boston or Venice

Or Paris in spring

But oh, I have known

The same sky-night

Warm to a mid-summer

Dew-dawning

And I’ve known the same sun

Spill its gold

Into the hollow

Of last remnant snow

Or danced with the zephyr

That tosses the sea

Rich with the pigment

Of eve’s garnet glow

And I’ve known the same thrill

Of wonder-drenched hurt

As those who have traveled

Earth’s most-lauded shores

Extolling grand visions

Of turquoise-green surf

Of white sandy beach

And reef-studded sea-floors

For I’ve seen the smile

Of a little porch light

Reaching to me

Through dusk’s blue-shadow dome

And I’ve borne the rush

Of joy’s perfect delight

In the unrivaled beauty

Of coming home

© Janet Martin

I'm also discovering it's kindred beauty...two gold circles through blowing snow as I watch at the window
for loved ones to come home.