by William H. Davies (1871-1940)

What 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 or 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.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Promise yourself a cup of tea and at least 15 minutes to stare, (you may sit if you like) on a patch of verdure before the week’s out. Look for the subtleties of the transitioning season, but not too hard. Are you searching out your autumn tea? Will it be a Chai or some other spicy, aromatic dessert tea? I long for the juice of fresh pomegranate seeds, the cold mandarin orange, and the freshly harvested meat of walnuts. What do your senses long for? Does your mind and soul already ache for the summer’s rest?

Teacup in hand, are you taking some time to stop and stare?