An Observation
Rife with the evidence and promise of nature,
the air is infused with resin and leaf rot.
Light splashes a brazen red sash across the clouds,
and glimmers mint green through the trees.
Golden strands of radiance skim the open field,
tenuous filaments disintegrating into shadow.
This unfolding of scents and light
into the flickering candle of twilight,
so sensuously kaleidoscopic, is suddenly vanished.

A Thought
The transience of this one moment, of all the moments,
is the magical and tragic circumstance of our impermanent existence.
We endure its here then gone nature, each minute devoured by the next,
while we live hungry, yearning, astounded, from beginning to end.