Time can seem endless, and yet pass so swiftly at the same time. Some creatures’ lives are so short and yet so much changes during the time they live. This is a caterpillar of the Drinker Moth, spotted in the garden in January: It’s hard to believe that after some time passes it becomes this…… Continue reading Weekly Photo Challenge: Time
Tag: time
peace
time takes a brisk walk I skip and hop to keep up puffing cloud breaths in cold winter air ~ just yesterday spring arrived minutes passed in summer now festivities rush ~ my desire to pause like a raindrop poised on a leaf edge as time slows to treacle to sit and in sitting be at peace
days
where do the days go the slippery slidey days trickling away into a river of time lost forever and here I am standing balanced on a rock mid-stream watching as all my tomorrows become yesterdays and I become old
time
time is rushing and I’m straggling behind running to keep up dropping trails of post-it notes behind me scribbled notes that were important once before their purpose was forgotten the hand-writing indecipherable even to the eye that wrote it please, time have a tea-break and let me catch my breath!
simply be
as time flies by there is so little of it left to sit and think and ask myself about myself and feel the feelings that I feel I seem to just exist do this and that without a pause of quiet thought to contemplate each day is filled with things and stuff my senses crammed…… Continue reading simply be
ping
my tired eyes reach for you counting the hours ’til the stretched elastic pings me back to you and time is yours and mine alone
distant words
distant words land softly on my heart from another time before and a yearning becomes a burning need for words to come again but this is just extravagance for I have all in the now
perspective
who was I a year ago? what was I thinking? from this angle looking back I wonder at myself lost and confused misled, exploited foolish and even now at this distance it pains me to remember so forgive me if I cling to you my love I am floored by how far I have come…… Continue reading perspective
two-day
two-day is for remembering for counting the ways of change in a decade of difference since thirty came and went with small ones tugging at my hands time hurts time heals but time always moves on and so do I
and on the third day …
time is falling from the sky and I’m twisting, arching flinging myself at odd angles trying to avoid the downpour but the years will soak me through one is born one dies one fights the inevitable yet in the end comes acceptance lying down in the feathers of mist drenched in age and as dawn…… Continue reading and on the third day …
