Aesthetic of Discernment

She peered out through window, the blinders parted just enough
For her to see the fading sunlight turn to red.
She sighed at its poignant beauty as she wondered at its cause
Until the snowflakes began meandering from above.

Her heart skipped a beat for a moment; something was amiss
So she reached for the door to take a look outside.
The noise of a distant waterfall assaulted her ears,
But she knew that it did not make any sense.

The volume of the roar, incongruous with the snow,
Caused her to turn around and smell the towering flames.
The ashes fell upon her as the inferno soared above.
The poignant beauty consuming all in its wake.

She ran away with haste, tears pouring down her face
In gratitude for her survival from the flames.
Thankful for being curious, she learned perceptions can deceive.
So she determined to nurture the aesthetic of discernment.

February 8, 2007 by Glen Alan Woods