Sunday rises
with the reluctance
of warm covers and the morning song
gone surprisingly chill
Sunday sighs in frustration
and resignation
that the week to come
has come too soon
and with it
those moments
when exhaustion
and tries in vain to shut the door
Sunday brings the promise
of the tomorrow
and the forever
as it winds its gentle fingers
through the tree tops
to heat the heart
and warm the soul
and with it, the gentle song
of hope


April Wells
April 24, 2016

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