Quiet Sunday Morning

Quite Sunday morning, roads clean after an early morning shower.
Steam rises from heating vents as automation comes alive
Resting souls taking extra slumber after their efforts of the week
All is quiet apart from the sounds of nature that is the dawn chorus

All humanity hides behind this tranquil scene, rejuvenating
Smells of bacon being cooked by early morning risers
drift by in the early morning breeze, waking other senses
Vision, smell and hearing taking in all there is to offer

Dog walkers are few but they walk with smiles on faces
Their companions sniffing and snuffling for signs of those ahead
My heart aches to rejoin, to take my place in life once again
A new day takes shape as I eavesdrop on the world, separated.

©2011 Trevor Litchfield
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4 Comments

  1. Wonderful poem Trevor, and such a lovely description of Sundays…I think everyone can associate with your words…xx

  2. i really like the sleepy quality your words evoke Trevor. this sounds like a lovely Sunday morning.

    i’m not sure if it is intentional, but i also really liked the way there is a sense of separation from the world at large – there seems to be this moment on a sunday morning, doesn’t there. and they you just – get going and you are once again connected…

    • Thanks Bex, it was intentional and I’m so pleased you ‘got it’

      It’s not always easy to explain after the event how the mind is working when writing, a bit like trying to explain a funny joke to someone who missed the punch line

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