Timid, I taste The Number
Ah, what a stranger, This
That drew us from our slumber
With morning’s routine kiss
Time does not seem to notice
Undeterred, though we sigh
And grapple with the digits
Which never tell a lie
…but chart with staid enforcement
The discourse of a year
That gathers to annulment
Each treasured smile and tear
Sometimes I think Time cruel
Sometimes I think it kind
Time just ignores the duel
Played out twixt heart and mind
More bent it seems on numbers
Charting with tick and tock
Each season that soon slumbers
Where none but echoes walk
© Janet Martin
I couldn't revel in sentimentality yesterday morning because we had to get to church on time;-)
Allowing myself a little dip into the where-does-the-time-go pool before I can taste this number without it jolting my senses every time I hear it!!
The only number this squirrel seems to care about is the number of nuts in his pantry:)
I've been noticing a network of tunnels under the snow and this morning I found out why!
They look exactly like this video from youtube
