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.