Poetry

Sunday Morning by Lilli J. Matern

Outside my window
the wind is murmuring.
The diaphanous curtain
floats in the breeze.

The curtain is ethereal
in its movements
Accompanied by the
dulcet tones of a violin

The sweet fragrance
of pancakes
drifts through
the air

I burrow deeper
into my bed,
not yet ready
to start the day

 

 

About The Author

Lilli J. Matern is a writer and occasional poet. Lilli lives in Canada with her family and their senile pet parrot. She spends much of her time either writing or reading. When not writing or reading, Lilli likes to knit and drink tea.