Sunday, April 25, 2010

SUNDAY MORNING

napowrimo#25


SUNDAY MORNING

slow slumberous Sunday
without breathless sleep
opening our eyes to the somber sunrise
and the fiber art on the wall
falling through the crisp linen
into the light feathers of discovery
revealing a clutch grab of abstractgion
drinking our moorning tea
with silence

6 comments:

Dan Rako said...

Make mine coffee, black;

but I'm right there with you.

flaubert said...

Me too! Wayne Love it!
Cheers,
Pamela

rallentanda said...

I take my morning tea with a drop of lemon
thankyou and I would like to sit on your deck and look at the view....It's Monday (Public holiday) late afternoon here...just been for a very beautiful walk ..took some pics...
Hugs
Rall

Red Shoe Artist said...

Nice.... really really nice

Derrick said...

Sounds positively soporific!

theresebroderick said...

I love the alliteration -- all the S sounds. I think the "fiber art" is a neat touch to this poem. For me, it relates in texture to the natural fibers of the linen and to the feathers and to the woody ingredients of the tea.