It is not without trepidation that I begin at last to write  
For how does one do justice without appearing banal or trite?
I know I am not worthy of the task that lies ahead
But there is so much about your writing that I feel needs to be said

To see Ephemera on “Latest Poems” demands an immediate read
Another chance to devour your words with an endless insatiable greed
From fiery passion to sweet seduction and all emotions in between
From love or yearning, cold or burning, your words enfold me in your scene

With so few words you say so much, your point invariably succinct
And I am often left with the feeling your heart has opened up, and winked
Always thought provoking, each write a pure gem
You have the ability to make each reader feel your words are just for them

Ephemera, my teacher, my mentor, sweet poetess extraordinaire
The world is less intimidating through having you out there
I wish every joy to the author of your words so wise and sweet
And humbly give thanks for your talent as I lay this tribute at your feet.