Slow Sunday Mornings
The doves are both at it again
and it’s not even
five thirty five in the morning ..
They surely can’t
be mourning doves he thought
rubbing the sleep
from his eyes and smiling at her
still all fast asleep
beneath the second hand quilt
laying by his side ..
Don’t you just love these early
wake up calls darling
while the dog is still dreaming
of long lost bones at
the foot of our stairs, making out
like an old tan rug ..
Jeez the church bell will begin in
an hour or so to add
extra depth and meaning to our slow
Sunday morning rituals
don’t you wish it could go on forever ..