Caught in the Quick

Ready or not it's winter in our neck of the woods!

Do you ever feel like the seasons kinda drift by like floats in a phantom parade?

And what can we do but smile, applaud their beauty as they pause/pass

then wave farewell and focus on the next one?!

Enjoy⛄❄!

Caught in the quick of days of grass

The seasons flare and fade

With worlds that wow us as they pass

Like floats in a parade

Caught in the quick of tick and tock

Bygone’s coffer accrues

Withered petals of hollyhock

And heaps of outgrown shoes

Caught in the quick of here and now

How subtle is the surge

Of teeming tides that ebb and flow

Where past and future merge

Caught in the quick of dawn to dawn

And faces/places cupped and kissed

Before they slip through fingers, gone

Like hurricanes of mist

Caught in the quick of dust to dust

We grapple with time’s toll

Like spectacles that we adjust

On noses of the soul

© Janet Martin

To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven:

Eccles.3:1

A little photo parade of flashbacks💖