SATURDAY

Written by: lynn Hanna Barany

It is the beginning of another week of Mondays
And I am trapped in this time zone.  Saturday's are a far off place, and
Sundays are light years away.

It is a time of dark mornings, and even darker nights.
There is no escape.

Every fiber of my being is crying out for freedom and sunshine.
The smell of apple blossoms in the spring,
and the smoke from leaves burning in the fall.

And if Saturday came tomorrow........
then I fear it came too late.


Lynn Barany