Ephemeral … or Spring Love
The crocus reaching for the sun were a reminder today that 39 years have passed
without having produced a list of events
a pile of accomplishments of note
a created cannon of work
as one might expect they should – or would have.
Delivered, as we are to a single moment
bare in it’s being
resplendent in it’s fullness
It’s all bound up here …
Every wish and longing, hope and anguish lived
Swallowed in a moment
Quivering, shimmering petals receiving the spring sun as one receives a lover.