A gentle morning
unfurls like silk scarves
from the sleeves of the sun,
as mourning doves coo
the softest of lullabies
to the sleepy hush of dew.
The sun rises steadily in the sky,
unhindered by the clamor of clocks,
casting long and golden sighs
across kitchen tiles
and teacups, cold and half-full.
Soft naps melt
into pleasant dreams,
wispy clouds drift through
an afternoon’s tender breath.
The world will
stir us soon enough,
splashing in colors
too loud to comprehend,
big feelings will
walk in without knocking,
wearing mismatched shoes,
speaking in
riddles and metaphors.
A humble spirit listens,
tunes its heart to stillness,
and hums a hymn so ancient
only the trees remember,
and somehow understands.
Soon we'll resume
chasing our ghosts
down winding lanes,
recalling lost laughs,
wishes long forgotten,
missing the scents
of childhood summers,
If we're lucky we'll again
fall under serendipity’s spell,
eventually we’ll bump into grace,
stumble into wonder
with grass-stained knees,
a lovestruck smile on our faces,
hair forever tousled in the wind
but for now we will relish
what remains of
this gloriously lazy day.
~Eric Vance Walton~
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