Ephemeris

Painting and Poem by Dr Abe V Rotor

                                                                                                Mural detail, AVR 2007

If beauty were clouds rising, drifting ,
White in the morning, dark and heavy,
And red in the sunset on the bay,
I choose that which brings the rain
And rainbow in the morning or end of day,
 
But beauty is ephemeral and only a glance,
As brief as butterflies and passing breeze,
A rampaging river that rushes to the sea;
Fullest if truly be, but beauty is fleeting,
Fleeting until it is gone and free. ~