Saturday, November 20, 2010


Let not the passing slip so swiftly,
I want to watch the wind
Sway~dancing with the distant trees
And sky behind
Carrying the waters of almost rain.

Time to stand and stare,
My Grandmother asked for
Time to stand and stare.
Yet time still took her
And stills for me no less.

And as I feel the quickening
Of my child growing within,
And the list of things to do
Surpasses the fortitude of my stamina,
I, too, find myself asking
For time to stand and stare.