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