Transitory

This sunny April
afternoon light dances with
shadows, but notice?
They are like secret lovers–
the whisper of unsigned notes

frangible buds burst
open in bloom, an eye-blink
in star-time glimmer–
we’re bird-dropped flower seeds
adrift in eternal seas

With so many other things going on this month, I’ve missed many prompts. I’ve tried to combine three here. Sanaa’s Line messaging prompt, Punam’s song titles, and Colleen’s tanka Tuesday prompt to write a tanka. Writing tanka makes my brain hurt, even without trying to connect final lines, so I’ve only managed two stanzas. I’m sharing this with dVerse Open Link Night.