Sunlight fogging through
Sleepy trees eyelashed with
Dew...
Noises. Dogs shuffling
Empty bowls...a
Bark...
Playpens. No rattling,
Crying. Thumbs in mouths.
Eyes...
Soft lashes brush
Lower lids. Mothers tiptoe
Breakfast...
Sunday.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunday-hush/
