Of Mulled Moments

Just one more week until the next school-year begins, we say

Yet, who can guarantee that we have even one more day

To dance in dusty gardens or to pause on cricket-stage

And who can say for certain we will turn tomorrow’s page?

We drink life’s little moments but we oft forget to taste

We dash through darling summer in an absent-minded haste

The cup of duty over-flows; the green is turning gold

God, teach us how to make the most of moments in our hold

Work, worry, want and wander-lust; perplexing doggerel

With summer mulling dreams and dust into winsome farewell

The orchard bends with harvest and the hour brims with hope

Lord, teach us how to taste this little moment in our cup

© Janet Martin