You are my Friday.
There’s work to be done
but you are replete with promise and
the steady march to joy
I am so tired, so very
but you imbue me with
You are comfort after the rigidity
of hard days past
You are long evenings reaching forward
You are the precipitation of delight,
the fever of freedom coming just before
a gentle quiet
You are my home stretch
my well-earned ease
and my coming to rest.