“Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.”
– Robert Frost… Read the rest
Author Archives: mayifeelsaidhe
The gong of time
“Time says hush: by the gong of time you live. Listen and you hear time saying you were silent long before you came to life and you will again be silent long after you leave it, why not be a little silent now. Hush yourself, noisy little man. Time hushes … Read the rest
“Those who love deeply never grow old;
they may die of old age, but they die young.”
– DOROTHY CANFIELD FISHER… Read the rest
Daughter
Not a girl anymore. The days of snuggling in my arms are a thing of the past. The world grows wider for you every day. Possibilities abound.
I remember when you were young, and younger still. A distant fuzzy, foggy memory – to you. Yet, I can wander the halls … Read the rest
When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with
“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.”… Read the rest
Waters of March
A cool, overcast morning.
Will it rain? Maybe. Later, perhaps.
Walking in an ever widening loop. It’s good for my heart I think.
My path takes me past the community garden where I toiled and nurtured.
My plants are withered and spent,
but some still cling to life
dreaming
Summers End, but Our Desires Last a Lifetime
“In August, I feel acutely how lucky I am to belong to a species for whom yearning has no season. For the gulf fritillaries in my pollinator garden, the sense of everlasting summer is only an illusion — the passion vine will die back with the first frost. For us, … Read the rest
Both Sides Now
A Joni song I remember hearing my young mom play on her record player and occasionally sing to herself. It always sounded “sad” to me.
Today, older and wiser, I’d describe the tone as “melancholy” and perhaps “world weary.”
And depending on how i’m feeling, I sometimes sense a dash … Read the rest
Dearly Departed
I’m up on the big green couch. My feet dangle over the edge as I lean against my dad. Dust and cigarette smoke sparkle and slowly swirl through the bright beams of sun coming through the window behind us. On the coffee table directly in front of us, folded pages … Read the rest