With the world now turning inward
Slumbering in winter’s grasp—
Find time to play.
With this New Year somehow ticking
Almost a full month of its spin—
Make time for play.
In the hustle of cold mornings,
Early darkness,
Frozen windshields,
Icy drafts—
Carve time.
Sit.
Play.
Put aside the chores and laundry,
The notes, reports, reviews and worries,
The ever adding tasks of day—
And play.
Refresh your heart
Renew your spirit
Rejuvenate the wonder of all things you knew and dreamt of
Way back in the day,
And allow yourself—once more—or finally
To concentrate in utter flowing focus
Hard at play.
Photo Credit: E.F.
(Originally published in Spa Corner–January 2012)
Really beautiful poem! Hard at play…that is a wonderful turn of phrase.
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It truly is a job all unto its own, playing…is it not? 😉
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