SUNDAY MORNING, 7 A.M. ...

SUNDAY MORNING, 7 A.M. ...

To All My Dear Friends

 

Sunday morning, 7 a.m. ...

The silence is profound ...

 I love these times ...

Of still ...

And quiet ...

With literally no sound ...

It's as though ...

The Earth's stopped breathing ...

Or Earth's heart 

Has skipped some beats ...

Then, gradually, life returns ...

To damp and dank 

Rain-rinsed streets.

Ffion