Low dose opiate of a slow Sunday morning,
Calm light on the fully leafed tree.
Pause. Breathe.
Favorite cup of tea, crosswords conquered,
Books of poetry, waiting.
Quiet mind. Relief.
Glow-in-the-dark moon recharging, joy.
Whiff of Dapper Dan’s Amberwood Fire, relax.
Stacks of creative works in progress, me.
A moment with my favorite person,
to exist,
to connect.
Pollinators buzzing, it’s slipping.
Hold on a little longer, PLEASE! A week of tears slip.
My brain gnashes me into pieces, again.
Hope to come back soon.
-Melissa Donley