Slow Sunday Mornings
The doves are both at it again
and it’s not even
five thirty five in the morning ..
They surely can’t
be mourning doves he thought
rubbing the sleep
from his eyes and smiling at her
still all fast asleep
beneath the second hand quilt
laying by his side ..
Don’t you just love these early
wake up calls darling
while the dog is still dreaming
of long lost bones at
the foot of our stairs, making out
like an old tan rug ..
Jeez the church bell will begin in
an hour or so to add
extra depth and meaning to our slow
Sunday morning rituals
don’t you wish it could go on forever ..
Beautifully penned, Neville. Another excellent write with a nostalgic flavor and an upbeat vibe my friend. Amazing read as always. Hope your doing well kind sir.. Appreciate you.
Damian
Now that’s what we call kind around these here parts .. very kind indeed my friend .. Thank you so very much .. I am fine by the way, thanks for asking .. I hope the world is being kind to you too good sir .. Neville
Oh! This is something I can feel since I’m a morning person even at weekends, sometimes I do wish for these morning to be forever spending it warm in bed with coffee and dreams… This is yet but another lovely and heartfelt love poem for me, a poem that I can feel in my heart and this all what matters 💖
I have only just become aware of You visiting me .. it must have occurred while I was asleep .. What a lovely way to be woken though, thank You so much my very own G Girl💕🌻🥀🐈⬛👍