Sunday Morning Poem by William Calvert

Sunday Morning



The pale sun peeks through the blinds
Dawn has awoken
Her cat walks across the bed, onto the floor and out the bedroom door
Outside birds sing praise to the expectant day
Mornings light flutters across her as her hair falls carelessly about her face
She softly stirs as he lie watching her sleep
He is reminded of all that is cherished
And he loves her

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