A crazy busy week.
No time to read poetry.
No time to find or take beautiful pictures to go with the poetry.
No time to stop and stare.
LeisureWHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night…
Read the rest of the poem here.
Tara is hosting Poetry Friday here.