A Fool for Beauty

Sproat Lake in February

I am a fool for the night sky,

giant cedars black and tall 

against the backdrop

of stars and clouds and moon.

I am a fool for the croaking of the frogs

lifting from the pond like a song of survival,
at twilight,

as every spring, I fall in love again.

I am a fool for birdsong at morning,

and the miracle that is

the hummingbirds

returning to the feeder.

Am I repeating myself? 

Have you heard all this before? 

I can't help it, for I am a cloud dreamer,

and every wispy breath of mist 

against the mountain 

stops me in my tracks, while I drink my fill.

I am a fool for believing

that the beauty of the earth

means it will endure,

no matter how humans

devastate its balance,

a fool for hoping that somehow, 

at the eleventh minute 

of the eleventh hour,

we will all wake up in time.

I am a fool for thrilling at babies' smiles

and trusting there will be a world safe enough

for them to grow up in,

because their innocence deserves it

and I need that hope.

I am a fool for 

every pair of trusting doggy eyes

I gaze into,

because dogs are all about the Love,
and I am a fool for love.

I am a fool for putting these words

into lines, and thinking it makes a difference,

and a fool for coming back later

and smiling at the responses

which tell me that, sometimes, it does.

I am a fool for this

can't-get-enough, not-long-enough life

in this beautiful, tumultuous, breathtaking world,

where there are not words enough,

not time enough,

to list its wonders.

for Susan's Mid-Week Motif at Poets United: to write about what one is a fool for. 
I am a fool for just about everything! Be sure to check out the links at Poets United - there will be some wonderful responses, as always!