Shabbat day today. Time for rest and family. The day the soul breathes.
Magazines and mail litter the kitchen counter. Clutter everywhere.
This misty morning, dawn creeps slowly through the trees, wakes the sleepy muse.
Goodbye, Sylvester, a cranky, special cat whose bowl’s now ever full.
My birthday today. Another year has passed by. So much left to learn.
Vacation at last, to restore the weary soul — It’s a state of mind.
Get out of the house! Don’t spend all your days indoors, watching seasons pass.