SUNDAY MORNING


Watering the plants

Early on Sunday morning

A gentle snow falls

The stove hums

Christmas hums

A small gift sits in a colorful bag

On the kitchen table

I let her beauty

I let the sky

I let the warm room

The falling water

The beautiful morning

Slowly move through me

Things sit on the silence

As items on a table

Far in the distance

Echoing off the drifting white and grey clouds

Unearthly music