Sometimes Beauty is Fleeting

Sometimes beauty is fleeting. Like light through spring petals, it is so ephemeral and exquisite that your breath catches in wonder. You take notice. Appreciate.  Have you ever known a person like that? One who could light up a room, touch hearts, touch lives... Only gone too soon? It is all too vast a mystery for the mind to comprehend. But the soul whispers ....

                             even though the bloom falls away

    there is the fruit. 

           And within that, new seeds.

Thank you for the light that you shared while you could, dear one.

1 comment:

miss flibbertigibbet said...

Very nice.