petals and wings
are ephemeral things
pulling on our heart strings
Seen With A Sigh Of Awe
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
Rose-lipt Maidens
Fleeting is spring’s splendor
so sweeter is the view.
Spring Ephemerals
Native vernal bloomers
sprinkled like fairy dust
across the forest floor.