She walks with joyful stride
Into the amber hour,
Assured by youth and pride
Aware that charm is power.
The House is quiet now
Without her sudden song.
The chores are done somehow,
But yet the day seems long.
Evening settles down
As twilight dims our street.
Daughter comes from town
On worn out, limping feet.
She hurries up the walk
To end a weary mile,
She's much too tired to talk,
But not too tired to smile.
WEB OF TIME
O golden web of hours
Woven with shining threads,
Let your alluring powers
Close about our heads.
Stir our sleeping hearts
That we may understand,
Time is a web that departs
Strand by silken strand.
Margie Halliday
