A Sunday Love

Rising with the sun,

early in the Sunday morn.

I open my eyes,

awakened by the yellow glow.

The birds chirp like an orchestra,

sometimes a cacophony.

Nature’s music invigorates my soul.

Like a good breakfast,

I feast on nature’s beauty like a short stack with syrup.

The sun coats the world like butter.

A love of Sunday, sometimes I relax,

mostly, I move to rejuvenate my soul.

A Sunday love, she lays next to me in bed.

Her slumber ends with a kiss on her cheek.

The yellow glow flourishes against her skin.

A Sunday love, yet again, begins.


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