Sunday is restful
Among the new leaves birds are
Greeting the sunrise
There's not a cloud in the sky,
But a gentle, steady wind
As the snowflakes fall
The mailman drops some letters
While crossing the street
The cell phone's incessant ring
Interrupts concentration
"Let's do lunch today,"
She say to a new client,
"That new restaurant?"
The magnolia blossoms,
Luxurious and long days
He checks his email --
Why isn't there a response?
Why is she silent?
She likes him, she really does;
But she needs some time alone
Hiking in the woods
On a two-week vacation
The first in five years
Night is quickly gathering
The shadows into darkness
There's no moon tonight
Only the string of street lights
When leaves start to fall
He slowly opens the door,
An abandoned cat walks in
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