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An Ode To Sunday

An Ode To Sunday

 
Waking to the sound of the birds
outside the window
sun peeping up from her bed
moon lowering her head
for some time off from her stage
and I?
rising up from sweet slumberbash
coffee on the boil 
my Moka bubbling away
telling me, it's ready to pour
into my bright blue oversized mug
waking me for the day ahead 
stretching up, feeling my freedom  
nowhere to go, no one to see
my only questions are to myself 
maybe a roast? 
with Yorkshire puddings? 
I'll read the paper, and then I’ll decide
no rush, the day has just begun 
so for now my choices 
a stroll perhaps? 
or a laze on my garden lounger 
just watching nature 
watching the cypress
green and noble
standing still in the frozen breeze
like a painting on the Tuscan landscape
nature that's so unpredictable 
anything can happen
It's Sunday, a day of rest 
a day where I can relax 
maybe, just maybe
I'll even paint one of those trees
onto canvas?
after all, this is
an ode to Sunday.

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sparrowsong

Hello Shirley...

It could fit in a little Sunday everyday...

Pick your favorites...

Chances are you're taking a break from something if you're lucky and can...

We can remember those times?

Why not?

Thank you for sharing this beautiful serene write Sis...

sparrowsong

🌹
 

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Shirley Harrison

I live here, every Sunday is more or less like this, although of course some Sundays much like all other days are super stressful and traumatic 🤣 ps I don't live in this villa though that's a dream thank you Sis, always a pleasure to see you on my page brightening my day ❤️ 

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Wilford Barker

Lazy Sunday.
I just love these kind of days.
Lovely poem.
Thank you for sharing Shirley H.

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Shirley Harrison

Very kind of you to come along and say so dear Wilford B have a wonderful Monday too. 🌹 

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Marion

Shirley you have literally painted a canvas with words. I am in the moment here truly. I can visualise this particular Sunday, birds, mug and almost see the lazy thoughts of this sunny lovely lady. A perfect write x

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Shirley Harrison

Dearest Marion, so incredibly kind of you my darling friend. Thank you, it's really not difficult though I'm
truly surrounded by splendour. Biggest of hugs 🤗 💙 

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