Time on an Endless Day

A Poem by Russell Munroe

© 2013 Russell Munroe

Author's Note

Time on an Endless Day

On an endless day,
The world stops.
The morning comes
With the face of Father Time.

The flowers open,
With sudden bursts
Of golden sunlight.

The creatures awake.
With the disposition of a morning town,
On a Saturday,
Time doesn’t matter.

(1988)

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Mother Maggie

Saturday...a day of much napping and basking....YAWN!!!...perhaps a movie later. On Saturday, morning comes sometime in the PM, right?

Namaste and Blessed Be