Lovely Saturday

glory awakens life's intense rising of the sun

creeping upon evil dreams

snap'n we into a wonderful

crisp Saturday morning

surprising ears glued

doves singing love

flies buzzing bye

making lilies cry

cars hound horns

tires screech each

buses make'n rounds

leaves settling down

hawks preying pigeons

tv cowboys & Indians

kitchen whip'n vittles

for all the little kids

raking yards

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes we think life is too hard, too chaotic....and we might think of leaving it. But then, after all of those evil dreams, we wake to the mundane and breathe a sigh of relief....might be hell, but we are alive to experience it...
and maybe once again rake some leaves and play cowboys and indians just one more time.
damn i am glad i found your page again...

i had been gone for a few months...and missed these when i came back.
you are inspiring me, Roxane...and i am really perplexed that this poem has so many views, yet no other reviews...what are people thinking?