Saturday Morning Simplicity
She struggles to surface
from the soft sea of sleep.
Sunshine sneaks through
the slats surreptitiously.
She stands and stretches
and slides into a robe made of silk.
(She has an affinity for this slippery amenity.)
In the kitchen, she serves herself
a slice of sugared, cinnamon bread.
She smiles at her spouse (still sleepy).
Sitting at the table, he is cradling
in his hands a cup of strong coffee.
Together they soak in easy serenity.
She savors the sweetness of the bread
between sips of steamy sassafras tea.
In sync, they share a comfortable silence
in this, their Saturday morning simplicity.