Somewhere between there and here, I caught a cold. As a result, I'm using most of my energy trying to breathe. You know how that goes. So activities are light today. Aside from reading and TV and internet, my activity has been limited to fill the bird feeders and tidy up the hibiscus bushes. It's amazing how often the feeders need refilling...almost daily. There are either a lot of birds sharing our food or we've got some little piggies! As for the hibiscus, it's a daily ritual to pick the wilted hibiscus flowers to make room for the new ones. Each bloom seems to last just a day. They have just a day to be vibrant...just a day to provide nectar to the bees and hummers. Their time, like ours, is precious.
On a previous post I injected one of my poems. I guess I'll be doing that every so often. Here's another that just came to mind:
Speck Of Dust
Incredibly minute particle of time
not even as a day is to a year
but a second in an hour of that day,
gone without notice
gone without mind.
such are our lives we hold so dear,
the dawn,
the dusk,
the night
all within a breath or beat
then sleep we meet
and rest we might.