“Thus in each flower and simple bell,
That in our path untrodden lie,
Are sweet remembrancers who tell
How fast the winged moments fly.

Time will steal on with ceaseless pace,
Yet lose we not the fleeting hours,
Who still their fairy footsteps trace,
As light they dance among the flowers.”

~Charlotte Turner Smith (English poet and novelist, 1749–1806)

Shared by Betty Hanselman

Gardener’s wife (with thoughtful awareness of the fleeting loveliness of time and beauty)