Friday... its the first Friday of 2005

Let's celebrate it!

 

I've been fighting a cold these last few days and I think I might win. Will be a first!

 

 

A small poem for Friday:

 

The Oak Leaf

 

Drifting oak leaf,

down to the ground

it falls.

 

I watch it,

and realize

how fast time drifts.

 

Will I fall

as gracefully

when my time comes?