the beauty of impermanence

they do not stay
but rather stray
as petals from the palm
soft and sweet
while gathered
softer and sweeter even
when gone
but oh! such joy
when unkempt kisses
rain delphinium blues
in impossible pieces
of drifting sky
let my skin
sing the wind
in rushing strains
and my lips
sound the echoes
of tall grasses gleaming
over stretching plains
how my core
riots to the call
of trees whose leaves
turn in eddies
of green exhilaration
before the songs
of birds depart
in bright-feathered drifts
along the trails
of those far-roaming
ever-ranging
petalled things

© Sarah Whiteley

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9 thoughts on “the beauty of impermanence

  1. dear sarah,

    once again, i can’t help but admire the fluid intensity of your imagery here. how idyllic and lovely!

    these lines are simply great!

    “how my core
    riots to the call
    of trees whose leaves
    turn in eddies
    of green exhilaration
    before the songs
    of birds depart
    in bright-feathered drifts
    along the trails
    of those far-roaming
    ever-ranging
    petalled things”

    i can hear the breeze whistle over the prairie in this.

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