under the maple tree
the biggest tree in my backyard
sittin’ here on a Sunday mornin’
just me and my big Blue dog
we’ve been up since five
goin’ in and out of the house
and ‘round the block
on a pajama clad walk
coffee’s long gone
tryin’ to kept him quiet
while the rest of my family sleeps
even that cat
so here I sit
under the maple tree
in a quiet backyard
except for bird sound
and an occasional woof
shhhhh
people are sleeping
their windows are open
yet here we sit
two awake beings
under the maple tree
on a Sunday morn
time to go in
again

quiet time

sometimes I just want to be quiet
really, I do
no television talking
or video games blaring
no chatterboxing me
in the room

sometimes I just want to answer
with a serene smile
or a face streaked with silent tears
shhhh, no talking
it’s just too much
let’s simply be
for awhile