Rainy Sundays

O! To have one of those rainy Sundays
Where the remote finds itself in my hand,
And my mind seeks comfort in a deep haze
Because nothing for me, anyone planned.
I may have to wander to the kitchen
To satisfy my grumbling stomach
With a bowl full of quick junk food fixin’s,
And a cold beverage I had to make.
Sometimes I will look outside the window
At the dark cloud threatening to drop rain,
And since I have no place I need to go,
I do not need to bother to complain.
I will nestle further into my chair
To spend all this day not giving a care.

Welcoming Christmas

After all of the presents have been wrapped
And placed underneath the glittering tree;
After the snows have come and kept us trapped
In the one place where are meant to be;
After the chimney flu has been opened
For the crackling fire to keep us warm;
After the wine is no longer rationed
And swirls in the glasses we hold firm;
After we snuggle down on the love seat
With soft carols playing in the background;
After we’ve prepared for the night to greet
With all the family we want around;
Then I can tell all my worries to pass
As I welcome on the the day of Christmas.

Summer Night in the Park

The afternoon is starting to wind down
As the sun gets reflected in the pond,
Dancing off, its sparkles will never drown
Until it sets, breaking its final bond.
I find a park bench somewhere in the shade
Where I open up the weight of a story,
Losing myself in the action that’s played,
Consuming its theme in all its glory.
Couples holding hands enjoy their own tale,
Believing the curtain will never close.
I hope that the comedy will prevail
Just as the breeze over the still pond blows.
You could not ask for a more perfect night,
The ones filled with a summer-like delight.