Blue Sunday

A poem

Photo by Dave Hoefler on Unsplash

Not a cloud in the sky.
Nothing but blushes of blue to the west and the east in my line of sight. Summer has flown in on a gentle breeze to blow the debris from my mind. Brilliant sunlight passes through my skin
and lightens the weight of my bones;
it floods through my kitchen and washes my feet in gold —
turning the space into a playground for light as lifes rhythm unfolds. Church bells chime briefly in the distance and…