AS DUST IN THE WIND

                        [Photo Source: Google online images]

(Oh, to hold the moments so precious and rare, just once more, that brought forth the smile to my face and Joy to my Heart.  The pages of our memories fray with Time -- and turn to Dust in the Wind.  dht-22 OCT 2011)

Life is --

so fragile – so brief – so fleeting.

With the first breath at birth --

the Journey begins.

Each day that passes –

brings the last day nearer.

The moments between the first and last –

are As Dust in the Wind.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]

DUST Motes - Dancing a JIG

[PHOTO SOURCE: GOOGLE online images - wooden dustpan on top of small chair]

(WELL NOW, who do you know that is inspired by DUST MOTES and writes a tribute. That's just what I did on 3 July 2011. dht)


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The bright sun sits high in a hot cloudless sky. The breeze is noticeably absent. The shadows are short at noon's zenith.

Then afternoon sun pours through my window, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the air, as the ceiling fan stirs them to a JIG.

I GUESS it's time to DUST AGAIN!

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]

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[PHOTO SOURCE: GOOGLE online images]