Restorative Dreaming
A pensive morning in quiet shade
Of this is inner contentment made
A sip of silence, a moment’s rest
In the garden corner I love the best
With butterflies skimming the border’s blooms
Voile curtains billowing out of rooms
A book of poems upon my lap
Read in short bursts between nap and nap
And the sound of a bicycle coming near
To bring the post of love-letters here
I’d rather recline in this reverent haze
Than waste on reality any days
Art-Colored Glasses 
“Read in short bursts between nap and nap” – that’s my dream of a perfect weekend!
I hope that you enjoyed just such a weekend and will find many ahead!!
‘A sip of silence, a moment’s rest’ … sounds divine.
In a way, that is indeed my perception of divinity! True and utter repose, without distraction.
Oh, this is lovely in all ways, Kathryn … and the best advice I’ve heard in a long time.
‘I’d rather recline in this reverent haze
Than waste on reality any days’
I think you just convinced me to take a nap, Kathryn! XO
Then my work here is done! 😀 xo
Shades of reverent haze; thank you for describing colorfully…
Gladly, my dear; gladly.