SATURDAY MORNING

Saturdays are…
Sleep and sleep and sleep
Then to wake fully rested and on my own accord.
Are; farmer’s markets, early bank lines that empty in seconds.
Sidewalk sales, garage sales, yard sales
buying that whatzit for pennies.
Drives to the beach and out on country roads.
Winds easing over the meadows.
Meadow lark and bobolink
Red tail hawk
Dead foxes on the road.
Flags flapping
Sitting street side at café’s
In the gentle heat of the early morning.
Nutty coffee smells, warm chocolate croisant.
Big fluffy popcorn clouds zimmering
Across the blue blue blue.
Kids yelling, kids laughing.
Dogs barking
Stay away, stay away.
Digging in the garden
Cutting the grass
Splash in the wading pool.

Ah…. That’s cool.