Saturdays | Poem
Dec 9, 2023
Saturdays unfold, a romantic tale,
At 8 AM, I wake without a travail.
In sheets, I linger, an hour’s reprieve,
Then up I rise a tranquil belief.
A cup of coffee, my morning cheer,
Sipping slowly, the world’s unclear.
On the balcony, a book in hand,
Carefree moments, like grains of sand.
As if doomsday’s echo fades away,
Postponed, the world in a softer display.
Sitting, sipping, reading with glee,
Waving in the sunshine, a yellow spree.
Blues turn to yellows, a radiant sight,
Self-love blooms, in this gentle light.
This Saturday’s hug, a peaceful find,
A simple joy, a tranquil mind.
