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