Take Time

Beaded snow fell
on our gravel road
late this afternoon
as I walked the dogs.

 

The fresh flakes

reminded me

of pearl sugar

on ginger bread.

I gave into

my creative

instinct.

Drawing a
gingerbread man
in the snow

reminded me of line
in a pocket-card poem

that my mother gave me
years ago.

It said,

"Take time to play;
 it is the secret
of staying young."

I thought of another verse

while I photographed my work.

This one  came from a poem

posted ona friend's page.

It said,
"(The arts) are a very human way
to make life more bearable."

For me, this quote holds truth: 

Taking caring of mundane business

becomes easier when a person

looks for ways to express creativity.

Even walking the dogs in the beading snow becomes fun when we Take Time.