Sleepy
Sunday morning
sun.
Blue-rimmed bowl.
Cold milk.
Ten o clock call
from home:
weather and the week that's past.
Sleepy Sunday morning
silence. Breathing in
fingers of life-giving, frosty
air.
Blue sky.
Sunday. Church bells, steady
beat, and patter, clatter:
children's feet running for the
goal.
Leaves on the hedge rustle and
chatter.
Snowdrops; white and green.
Flat blades piercing soil
by warm grey stones. Glass
kaleidoscoped against the light.
Blue sky
Sunday.
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