Fleeting Mushroom

There it was in early morning
Out of the blue
Popped up
Through my red cedar mulch
A 3" mushroom with white stem and cap
Wearing a hat of mulch

I brought her to see it
But it was all broken up
Gone - fleeting beauty

Like words spoken
Instantly they are said
Instantly they are a memory
Fading in the vast air

Fleeting moments of beauty

©2011 John A. Mills