Seen With A Sigh Of Awe

petals and wings
are ephemeral things
pulling on our heart strings

Feeling Time Pass By In The Breeze

the gilded woods
a golden day
if only it could stay

Fleeting Forever

kindling beauty
the birch branch pile
nature’s ephemeral immortality

Four Fields

the spirit farmer’s
ephemeral harvest
is autumn light

Ephemeral May

tiny pink bud
trumpets spring
in blue