Saturday Is Life's Oasis

Saturday is life’s oasis; it is a place set apart

For second-cup coffee graces, slower paces; it is art

Art of something extra-yummy in the oven, art of books

Art of nature showcasing what midweek scurry overlooks

Saturday is like a picnic; be it gold or gray, its air

Spreads time’s offering like a blanket on life’s finest dining chair

It is linger-here-a-little, nibble on a poem-treat

Revel in the luxury of bathrobe breakfast, slipper-feet

Saturday may demand Duty; bitty sweep-mop-scrub-dust-cook

Still, it is a thing of beauty if we take the time to look

Look a little thankful longer at the common curves bestowed

Where we would starve of heart-hunger without home’s humble abode

Saturday is like a celebration of labor well-spent

It is like an invitation to live slower, more content

Like a once-a-week oasis Saturday spills sweet and slow

Pours in second cups of coffee, only if we make it so

© Janet Martin

This Saturday morning started a little later then I prefer because I woke up and

 ‘cooded breed add cooded stop coughick’ (couldn’t breathe and couldn’t stop coughing)

Its ‘oasis' smells like Vicks and cough drops but ‘it sure bakes be appreciate forber bore buddade bordicks’😁(make me appreciate former more mundane mornings)

...or maybe Saturday at your house is more like this:
(we all know what these are like:)
Today's YDP

Time for another cup?
or a nibble-and-read?

I forgot to add the dough-circle is about 1" thickness before baking