Mariposa by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Butterflies are white and blue In this field we wander through. Suffer me to take your hand. Death comes in a day or two. All the things we ever knew Will be ashes in that hour, Mark the transient butterfly, How he hangs upon the flower. Suffer me to take your hand. Suffer me to cherish you Till the dawn is in the sky. Whether I be false or true, Death comes in a day or two. Impermanent Crossings II by Carmen H Gray One fleeting moment arises The hours breathing lightly With tranquility Or heavily sighing With strife The hours opening exquisitely With beauty Or resisting obstinately To Life A day begins and ends The indifferent world revolves All the passages in between All the hours that dissolve Into the minutes of our lives And the moments yet unseen Are yours to capture Or yours to waste The impermanent crossings We pass through In this time and place
2 responses to “Impermanent Crossings II”
What can I say. Your poems are always so pretty. I hope you publish a book of poetry one day.
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I know this poem. lovely!