Wednesday, November 12, 2014

After We Begin Again...

When we begin again today
To weave upon Time’s lovely way
The outpouring of touch to sight
And when we leave this day tonight
After the laughter, tears and trust
A jot upon Time’s years of dust
After the hoping-groping reach
Of learning even as we teach
After the stumble-fumble-blush
Where we slip in life’s pull and push
And after all that must yet pass
Within this day’s brief hour-glass
Before we lay us down to sleep
And render this day to Past’s keep
May we with satisfaction’s rest
Be glad to know we did our best

© Janet Martin

Little Guy and I had a sort of outdoor farewell party yesterday. We had a high of 16 C before temps dipped overnight. This morning it is -1 Celsius.

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