Thursday, March 29, 2012

Swiftly, Silently

The rush of the seasons
Makes nary a sound
Yet, suddenly spring is upon us
Be careful. Lest slowly you turn around
To see autumn’s sweeping chorus

A gathering of bread,
A labor of spoil
The swift, silent night of slumber
Live well thy moment
Of pleasure and toil
for each of man’s days has a number

So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom. Psalms 90:12


  1. Is that your pussy willow tree?
    So pretty!

  2. No, these are next door at Bill's...he's grown quite accustomed to seeing me wandering around with my camera....funny story with this one! I was out with the little guys I baby-sit and I asked the 5 yr. old if he want to come and see the pussy-willow tree...he looked up from bouncing on the trampoline and said, 'nah, you can just take a picture and show that to me...':)

  3. LOL!!!that is too funny! He knows you well....he knew there would be a picture coming:)


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