If you’re always racing to the next moment, what happens to the one you’re in? ~Author Unknown
Even nature takes a little break.
She pauses between each season
To catch her breath, so to speak.
Within a season too,
Flowers bloom and rest.
All of us need
Some time off.
Note: As you probably guessed, it’s time for me to take a wee pause. Happy Fathers’ Day to all the dads reading this, and I’ll be back shortly. By the way, this poetry form is a Nonet, nine lines with a decreasing number of syllables in each line.