Ethereal Essence

"I'm never quite sure what I feel the most,"  I remarked to Victoria last night as we decorated the tree. "gladness or sadness at the haste of another year."

All the tree-decorators have disappear but one and we both feel it...

...so we put on Charlie Brown while we decorate and forget to be sentimental for a bit;-)

...here's a bitty ditty to sentimentality

Time tumbles through blue, wind-tossed tress

Tempest of smile and tear

It shoulders grief and happiness

In days, a week, a year

Sometimes its chimes make us feel lost

And sometimes quite at ease

It stuns us with a hidden cost

Paid off in memories

It weighs us down yet lifts us up

It tweaks and tips our chins

To catch the nectar from a cup

That spills in groans and grins

It tracks across mom’s fresh-washed floors

It smudges glossy panes

Then slips through soundless, swinging doors

In ‘so long, mom’ refrains

It smells of dust and frost and mud

It tells a tale, my dear

Of flower that falls from the bud

In days, a week, a year

© Janet Martin