Sunday, We Meet Again

The sun rose,
The frost melted,
The day began with the birds chirping.

The grass still sparkles from the sunlight,
The sky well rested from the moonlight.

Chasing sparrows,
Chasing the wind,
Chasing the light.......

Sunday morning has come yet again.
The aroma of Vanilla Biscotti Java engulfs my senses.
Waking me up to the contentment of the morning dew.

Sunday....It is so lovely we meet again.
Sunday.....You are the definition of what makes a day bright, shiny, and new.
Sunday....together we will navigate it through.