Ephemera
I saw the shadow of a bird
vanished too quickly to be heard.
Yet with my curtain as a scrim,
for moments I caught glimpse of him.
Strangers at windows on a train
pass by so quickly, then gone again.
They heal no wounds and cause no pain.
Are merely there. No loss or gain.
All of life’s pleasures come and go
for nature has arranged it so.
We’re caught up in its ebb and flow.
We treasure life, then let it go.
The prompt word today was Treasure.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Your poem today resonates with me. As I age, I find I can let some things go more easily, just some things………
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I know exactly what you mean, Carol.
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this poem is absolutely beautiful! You are so artistic with words!
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Thanks, Rabbit!!! I really did see the shadow of a bird through my thin cotton draperies. It perched on the crossbar of my window for just 30 seconds or so, then it flew away. It was such a heartful image. I was so sorry I hadn’t had time to catch it with my camera, so I sat down and wrote this. Had to.
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well I bet that was an inspiring sight! it was like a little gift just for you!
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ooh, the image of a fleeting bird through the curtain is wonderful……
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It really was a special moment. It alit just log enough for me to form an image, outlined perfectly through the thin cotton drapery, then was off.
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