SundayA Poem by Taliyes, it is like thisthe
veil of sleep softly lifts gently
at first, then
alarmingly as a
cat-induced crash is heard from the kitchen "awake,
awake" the
house announces "it
is time to awake" inspection
finds an overturned canister sugar on
the counter and the
culprit nowhere in site sunday
morning begins with a clean up soon
sausages are sizzling pancakes
are rising and the
smell of coffee creates an atmosphere a
zombie-like procession begins the
reluctant wakeful make their way to the dining room cool
morning air drifts in through screens and
etta james sings about "a
sunday kind of love" from my
cd player sunday
is here, breakfast is on last
restful day precedes
the mysteries of what
the upcoming work week will bring but for
now, for this
moment sunday
morning soothes me, removes
me from
everything but the
first sip of coffee and now © 2023 TaliReviews
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