How many more movies will I get to watch? How many more hugs from my sweetie? How many more sunrises will I wake up to see? How many more poems will channel through me? How many more meals will I savor with loved ones? How many more loads of towels will I fold? How many … More Last Time
Gather fluttering energy in the tender green season of this new now, like an infant not knowing, not acting, not speaking, pierce through mystery with joy of new eyes Fresh grass bends easily in faint breaths of wind embrace blurred boundaries as transient truths Photo by Mihály Köles courtesy of Unsplash
cool August morning prelude to hot afternoon ephemeral breeze Graphic is an original watercolor painting.
A – L – I – V – E F – O – R – E – V – E – R U – N – T – I – L . . . Having all this time at home, I have been playing with different versions of the haiku. A special thanks to my … More Alphabiku
Colors, spirited in autumn array roar out to us acknowledgement that winter soon will be whooshing in with callow shadows and chill But don’t despair, dear one, autumn is a lucid whisper that all of life is mortal that all of nature turns Beauty is enhanced when we accept its ephemeral nature let us treasure … More Autumn’s Portent
I don’t have time I only have this moment as each moment is a when through which time flows I can’t save time I only have this moment as each moment dissipates as it arises I can’t waste time I only have this moment as each moment comes regardless of my actions I have no … More No Time
Riding my bike one summer day wind in my face as I sail through the streets Thinking of starting a poetry blog focused on simple ephemeral pleasures gifted to me as I sail through my life I notice a street sign not noted before — Windrush Drive — a perfect permanent name for my blog … More Windrush Drive
In a studio each day with the corps de ballet Then a teacher for children struggling to read A single mom of a son with no experience with boys Those identities, impermanent A technical writer penning Help for app users A designer for professors putting courses online A stay-at-home mom while their dad traveled for … More Impermanence
Layers of birdsong Emerge as rain subsides Then comes rain again A cool breeze brushes my face My cells sing to the zephyr Original photo by LuAnne Holder Transient
Wind Rush 