Sunday Morning (NaPoWriMo 7)

Cabin photo
April 7, 2019 (Google Photos Memory)

Sunday Morning

The sun crawls out of the lake
After a weekend of hiding
Shakes herself dry and
Begs us not to leave

Just yesterday she stuffed herself into frozen bubbles
Cradled a suspended minnow frozen between seasons
Whistled for our little dog to 
Chase her through the reeds

She was a tease
Called us out of the city
Knew we had just this weekend but
Refused to bloom into Spring

Until finally we are sitting on the porch
Between bags packed for home
Taking of our sweaters and taking our sweet time
Longing to be cradled

Supsended

Just right here

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