Repose

It has been some time since I've shared a poem, but as I can't sleep, I thought I might...


The hours steal by with still, unasking lips—
So lightly that I cannot hear their tread;
And softly touch me with their finger-tips
To find if I be dreaming, or be dead.

And yet however still their flight may be,
Their ceaseless going weights my heart with tears;
These touches will have wrought deep scars on me—
When the light hours have worn to heavy years.

Passing of the Hours
Ella Higginson, 1862-1940

Hello all! The new shop on Third Street will have its grand opening tomorrow! Come by and have a look! I'm open from 10am until 6pm, and there'll be free tea, coffee and cupcakes as long as they last.

Also, I'm looking for sales help if anyone wants to put in a resume. Experience an asset but not required.

[Please note - you must be over 18 to enter the shop, and if you look under 30 I will card you.]