On Cherishing the Beauty of Duty

No time at all to 'wax poetic', ever, these days,

I commented to Victoria on a full-of-Duty's-Beauty-and-interruption-Saturday,

(not as a complaint but merely as a conscious choice to remember

to treasure the measure of Now!)

...before the house turns quiet save for the tiptoe of echoes!

One of the moment-gold nuggets is 'summer-goodness' mid-winter!

These are not the days

When moments run

Like jazz through veins

Or Time is plush

Soft, like a brush

Of unrushed summer rains

These are days

Of Duty’s Beauty

Full of giving’s common call

Authoring the

Precious echoes

Of love’s finest days of all

These are the days

Of have and hold

And moment-gold's copious heaps

Before the quiet

Aftermath

Where busy-mess of living sleeps

© Janet Martin