LiFe Is MaDe Of sEaSoNs
Indeed, we do. I was recently commenting to a friend of my shock to already be half way in 2010. It seemed to me that i had just learnt properly to write the year in a date!
Here, in England, perhaps more than in other regions that I have visited, the seasons are punctuated by certain events, landmarks of the passing of time, such as the lambing season, the daffodils, blue bells and.. well the rest is still to come… I always wish I could pause time, or at least hold it back. That I cannot do, but at least I want to celebrate what is so ephemeral, and say
THANK YOU Lord!
FOR making every morning new
FOR filling my eyes with wonders
FOR being so creative
So here is a poem that I like 🙂
“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”
||I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.