Bright sunshine bounds all about
Flowers dance, even shout
True to its name Sunday
This day, happiness comes my way
The birds were up, just before five
Not far behind, the sun arrives
Wind chimes dance, a gentle breeze
Their echo lingers in the trees
Coffee’s brewing, calling my name
In bed I lay, what a shame
This day’s a beauty
Get out of bed, it’s my duty
All the work to be done
Today’s for living, having fun
I tell myself save your guilt
Get some sun, or you’ll wilt
This sunny Sunday, the start of June
This day, this month, I attune
My soul, its garden, flowers bright
This day I’ll live without a fight
Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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4 thoughts on “Sunny Sunday”
Andrew: Thanks. Happy Birthday to your wife!
Wonderful — so positive!
It was a special day here, it was my wife’s birthday. 🙂
Polona: Beautiful day and glad you had the same.
sounds like a perfect sunday and not completely unlike mine 🙂