Sonny Rainshine - Lazyboy

Goldfinches congregate
in the mimosa trees.

The sun is rising,
topaz and cerise.

The first roses radiate
their signature scent

and industrious honeybees
report to their stations.

The shadow on the sundial
lengthens ominously

as I bathe in the pulsations
of my garden and

I think up excuses
to miss work.

Sonny Rainshine

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