Sunday Sonnet

Mountainous backdrop rises upon the horizon.
Songbirds shake the morning chill with a flutter.
Trees and leaves and creatures and beautiful blue sky.
Flowing water streams detour over rocks.
Weeds and fish and frogs go for a morning dip.
Cascades of waterfalls pulled down with gravity.
Sunlight and reflections and quiet moments.
Nature’s canvas painted with an oil brush.

Sunday morning and bagels and coffee.
Little ones in deep slumber as the sun rises.
Mountainous backdrop rises outside my window.
I watch as songbirds flutter.
Trees and leaves and creatures and beautiful blue sky.
Nature’s canvas painted outside my window.

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.