Clumsy Sunday

Amidst lingering earnest morning skies
Gray slows time, as do her eyes
Whose bluish hue awakens deep
A vibrant harvest grown to reap

With it comes that joy profound
Frolicking rabbits with spring abound
And baskets filled with carrot stalks,
Pathways lined with smiling rocks

Imagine now a modest home,
Her speech that takes a private tone.
Near a whisper she begins to say
With pink-red cheeks, “I’d like to play.”

The garden calls us hand in hand.
Bare feet greeted by distant sand,
Helping foreign flowers grow,
Planting seeds within our soul.

We dance then under shaded tree
To swallows singing with tender glee.
Leaning down upon her chest
I hear a lovely heart at rest.

The hours pass one by one,
who knew stillness could be so fun?
My mind is here, it does not drift,
Tender souls this place can lift.

At dinner time we sit
and side by side commit
To the pact we made in separate youths;
Love with faith, honesty. To judge, refuse

Imagine now a little girl,
Blonde hair like mom, with my curls.
We walk as three, in woods we bond,
singing to birds who happy, respond

Oh how in the quietest hour,
her eyes with mine began to flower.
Alive in them this wholesome scene,
Together now we share a dream