Ephemera

Ephemera

One
Morning
Glory,
Heavenly
Blue,
Peeps
Through
The
Twisted
Vine,
Shaded
From
The
Sunshine
That
Will
Wither
It
By
Noon.
Too
Soon,
Too
Soon,
To
Lose
This
Early
Burst
Of
Bloom,
That
Like
Youth,
Like
Love,
Like
Truth,
Fades
Before
We
Fully
See
How
Brief
And
Fragile
Beauty
Can
Be.