Song for Sunday Afternoon

The magic
is in the way the sun streams
through muslin curtains
and the breeze
suggests I get up and find a sweater.

The song is laughter of children
combined with birdsong
as each day grows a little warmer,
clouds so high
they suggest soaring,
Sunday love-day, let me fly with you
and not forget tomorrow, and the next day
when I’ll jones
for your sweetness again

NaPoWriMo Day 23! Responding to “Ballad of the Morning Streets” by Amiri Baraka, for Gillena’s prompt in the Imaginary Garden: THE WAY YOU SEE IT