“You stepped in rhythm to her breaths. Strolling through seasons— winter's whites, the pink nectars of spring, summer's ripest green, and the speckled reds of fall, inviting impermanence into us all.” DeathFallLife QuotesChangeSummerSpringSeasonsWinterImpermanenceSeasons Of Life Book:But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings Source: But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings
“And one day, these outsides will be left behind, cicada-like, as the contents rise and fly. You're certain to see more of me—that knobby tree, that wave, that wing.” LoveDeathNatureGoodbyeReincarnationRebirthImpermanence Book:But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings Source: But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings