Like ripples on rivers
Like sun-sparkle’s glance
Like mist-mantle’s shiver
Like rain-drop tap-dance
Like bloom that wakes wonder
Then withers to naught
Like one boom of thunder
Like a fleeting thought
Like summer soon over
Like folding of sheaf
Like kiss of a Lover
Like bliss of green leaf
Like shadows or vespers
Snuffed from wooded hill
Like laughter or whispers
That startle, then still
Like dew-dazzled roses
Or snowflakes on lips
Like a door that closes
On vaporous blips
Ah life, little rhapsody
Or quick cajole
But for the body
That carries The Soul
© Janet Martin
Wonderful illustration.
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