Saturday Afternoon

It smiles and beams like a grand prize waiting to be taken

Today the foothills of its skies with pewter rains are shaken

But still, its tea and cookies and a sun that will shine soon  

For nothing dampens spirits on a Saturday afternoon

Somehow its isle seems kinder and its troubles light of heart

And we are drawn toward each other instead of apart

The bond of duty eases and we sing a little tune

Where simple beauty pleases us on Saturday afternoon

Old books are new in younger hands that hunger for lost charm

The taste of words turned slowly on the tongue are sweet and warm

The air is like an apple pie, the hour like a spoon

And everyone is hungry on a Saturday afternoon

Its shops are full of stragglers with a carefree hour to spend

And though we’ve never met before we greet as friend to friend

For there is something different about this weekly boon

And no one is a stranger on a Saturday afternoon

No matter what’s behind us and no matter what’s in store

Today is a tea-kettle with an afternoon to pour

So take that cup and lift it up, then sip or slurp, for soon

Twilight will draw its shutters to this Saturday afternoon

© Janet Martin

I wrote the first line in my mind when the afternoon began... we decided to toss to-do lists and Victoria and I had a Saturday afternoon excursion to our favorite thrift store to hunt for treasure-aka old books;-)

If the book talks to me on the first page its mine!
(my dilemma; which one do I read first?!:)