The Daze of Days...

Good morning! have your March days/daze blurred by in a haze of busy being?
Mine sure have and with five youngsters about to arrive, today will be no exception!
Happy daze/days:)

Daylight breaks free; trees drip with gold

Time is refreshed and young and bold

Where hope precedes the dreams we chase

And mankind’s needs must lean on grace

Each day soon slips from here to there

A blur of love and faith and prayer

While morning like a merchant hails

We rush its fields with empty pails

…what it will yield; ah, who can tell?

All we can do is live it well

Then, when dusk binds this bitty mile

We can look back on it and smile

© Janet Martin