It begins mostly
When Saturday has rolled by
Like a trundling drum on gravel,
With all the loud sounds of
Rock ‘n’ roll music.
In one sleepy hour,
We wake and hail
The sirens of the birth
Of a new day, sunny and warm,
But sometimes with giggling snow
......
Up in the morning, the bluebirds were singing,
Then off to church, as the bells were ringing,
A pastel spring bloomed the peach moments away,
And the morning star shone on an azure pathway!
Luscious Sunday dinner, conversing and laughter,
On the lazy days, sweet time slips away faster!
Afternoon on the porch, with family and friends,
Lolling in the gold sunshine, sunset always ends.
Lanes are still;
and church music drifts.
Brilliant noon.
Fragrant rose,
Cat and purple butterfly,
Hearts are filled with love.
Cloudless skies were clear as the purest sapphires,
And all about was budding, fulfilling secret desires,
Spring was peeking out, with its many-colored eyes,
On sweet saffron Sunday, the day of love's surprise!
Glittery sunshine radiance, poured in from the east,
And in the orange shadows of later, they had a feast,
Red cardinal was singing, in his pine green mansion,
And full blooms bounced in plum and cream fashion.
Sunday rises gallantly from behind
Distant clouds, orange, on the wall
Of low, chintzy, tepid skies.
Bells sound with tamed decibels
Through tiny holes on top cupolas of
Rounded, gilded cathedrals to welcome
A yellow day that reclines on the edge
Of the week. Sunday salutes the spunk
......
Sunday rises gallantly from behind
Distant clouds, orange, on the wall
Of low, chintzy, tepid skies.
Bells sound with tamed decibels
Through tiny holes on top cupolas of
Rounded, gilded cathedrals to welcome
A yellow day that reclines on the edge
Of the week. Sunday salutes the spunk
......
It begins mostly
When Saturday has rolled by
Like a trundling drum on gravel,
With all the loud sounds of
Rock ‘n’ roll music.
In one sleepy hour,
We wake and hail
The sirens of the birth
Of a new day, sunny and warm,
But sometimes with giggling snow
......
You couldn’t know, but I’m the reaper,
Grim grinning, cotton steering, empty hulled.
Your sweet momma saw; she saw, she said.
She said, she says she saw that I’m a keeper.
I’m a keeper in your eye,
But keep your eyes on me.
Keep your eyes on me; don't leave me be.
Your momma, see. She said she saw,
She said she saw you flee.
......
Cloudless skies were clear as the purest sapphires,
And all about was budding, fulfilling secret desires,
Spring was peeking out, with its many-colored eyes,
On sweet saffron Sunday, the day of love's surprise!
Glittery sunshine radiance, poured in from the east,
And in the orange shadows of later, they had a feast,
Red cardinal was singing, in his pine green mansion,
And full blooms bounced in plum and cream fashion.
Lanes are still;
and church music drifts.
Brilliant noon.
Fragrant rose,
Cat and purple butterfly,
Hearts are filled with love.