This Sunday

bookended by two long

weeks of rain, dreary

green leaves hang past

the water glazed screening

 

A Sunday morning, maybe

the happiest of all

times: most are not

working, a pure leisure.

 

Reading, cooking, even laundry

goes at casual speed.

Where would I go

in this green muck?

 

Sunday morning stillness except

for gentle to gusting

bands of rain dancing

on the metal roof.