Today is Such a Lovely Thing

The corridor of yesterday

Has no trespasser though we may

Stand at the gate and wait, wait, wait

We always only have Today

And when today slips from this place

Of crowded streets and winds we chase

Nothing can trouble it again

Or snuff from it one tiny trace

Today is such a lovely thing

From it all forms of beauty spring

And wing their flight from morn to night

In subtle moment-winnowing

And soon what now we call today

Will be forever far away

Thus we ought taste and not to waste

This gilded crumb of gold and gray

For corridors of yesterday

Have no trespassers though we may

Stand at the gate; we dare not wait

And miss the gift wrapped in Today

© Janet Martin

My Today is smelling like Mr. Clean due to the fall cleaning I am trying to wrap up in November (and a week off), so we can focus on other things in Dec.