A New Idea's Beauty
By Don Iannone

She eagerly crawled into my lap,
like a young child seeking fatherly comfort,
She spoke deeply to me,
like the awakening voice of the wind urging change,
She caused my heart to leap,
like the first time I saw a decorated Christmas tree,
She reminded me of the fresh green clover fields,
where our imaginations danced as young children,
She invited me to consider new far-reaching possibilities,
lingering on the hopeful edge of a smile,
She is a beautiful new idea taking shape inside me.