Saturday, August 20, 2011

Weekend Morning

It's been a week of
     alarms going off
     being on time
     get to the next meeting
     finding packed away items
     teacher chatter
     teenage laughter and
     high fives
Always moving on to
     the next thing
Always noise.
Always in a hurry.

But then comes
Puppy kisses and
Bird songs
Wake me slowly to the day.
The coffee perks and
I know
There is plenty of time for a leisurely cup
With a piece of fresh peach pie.

Neighbors wave as they head to their boats.  

And the only noises I hear are
The sound of
The waves
Gently lapping at the sand
And the call of a solitary gull.
Only the swallows don't  understand
The need for
Peaceful weekend mornings.


  1. Marvelous reflection of the week's events & your need on a Sat. morning for some peace. I love your observation at the end about the swallows--so apt! I hope you had a good week!

  2. Your poems and posts always hit home, Deb. Such a lovely pace the Saturday morning can be after a long week. And, I must say that you are one very prolific blogger/writer. (Feeling like a big blog slouch right now, but your blog is inspiring me to get writing!)

  3. Mardie--I'm not always this prolific. Sometimes you just have to take a break. But sometimes, like we tell the kids, you just have to write. Even if you write "I can't think of anything to write".

  4. Te noise and hurry of the school week and the slow mood of the weekend are well captured.