Lazy Sunday

The whole world

It’s swirling outside

Your soft heart tunes it out

Beating against my ear

I am wrapped up in you

Your protective arm

Draped lazily over my shoulder

In a casual embrace

As the haunting guitar

Of Boz Skaggs croons

From the radio on the stand

Let the world go by

Let the hours pass

Let the sun rise and set

And the moon sing its melody

As it crests the hillside

Let the days turn to weeks

And the weeks turn to months

And the months turn to years

Let your arm stay draped over my shoulder

And my ear hear the music

Of your heart.

Reviews

[Lily1111]

This poem is extremely lovely. So soft and gentle in its rhythm and the beauty of the words that it lulls the reader into the sense of contentment expressed so well here. Well done!

[Tara Jean Olson]

this would make a perfect love letter. it is so packed with visual imagery, and fondness that many can relate to. you are talented! love poems are my cup of tea=)

[Kaye]

Your imagry is so tender and precise that I feel like I can almost taste the air in the world inside your poem. You're an incredible poet.

[James Takeo Panton]

Very intimate and warm...it flows along dreamily, like a Sunday afternoon as you describe....wonderful work...

[Passions Music/James 3:..]

This could be good lyrics to a song, very well done, it was soft and dreamy, just like a Lazy Sunday and very romantic.
Passions Music

[Antonio Valentino]

Autumn, your poem not only described the perfect Sunday,
It portrayed, the perfect life.

How'd you do that?

Beautiful!
Antonio