Arete

A Poem By Keri Stewart

Her mighty skin is basked in wisdom,

bones soaked in wondrous prestige.

She’s like the essence of love:

delicate like a fresh patch of snow

and strong like an arctic fox 

whose pale fur is winter-kissed,

a mess of snow and light. 

She swiftly glides through the night,

tail swaying in the wind, 

her piercing eyes ready for the hunt.

Oh, how to find a love so hidden? 

She glides through the day, 

her gait risen like reborn plants.

She is a Dahlia flower in and out.

Her petals curve upwards and out,

open to the world all around.

They reach for the sun; these

friendly sun-kissed buds, 

bathed in wondrous warm colors,

reach towards the sky because

she knows she is worth more

than the ground below her.