Beauty And The Beholder Poem by Jim Yerman

While our friend and neighbor is spending a week away
we've been sitting her dog Angus…and walking him every day.

He and I awaken early…before the sun comes up
and when he sees me getting ready…he greets me like a pup.

My understanding of beauty is personal…I know what's beautiful to me
but on our morning walks I've come to realize…we see the world differently.

While I find beauty in the moon, in the stars, in how the clouds move in the breeze
Angus finds his beauty in the the grass, in the bushes…in the trees.

Every now and then we pause together…you will find us standing there
enjoying the beauty of the jasmine as its aroma fills the air.

We may linger a moment and listen…to what sounds the morning brings
how the trees will whistle in the wind…how the night owl or mockingbird sings.

And though we briefly share this beauty…the aromas and the sounds
I still find most of my beauty in the heavens…while his is mostly on the ground.

Our relationship is symbiotic…Angus, the dog, and I
for when he stops to sniff the ground…I stop to view the sky.

Perhaps that's why we're both excited as we're heading out the door
anticipating some beauty we've not seen or smelled before…

I used to think beauty was in the eye of the beholder…as that old saying goes
but Angus has happily shown me…
beauty
is also in the nose.