Sunday sleeping past the alarm
Sunlight stretching across my arm
Canvas tote and tangled hair
Fresh air floating everywhere
Market opens down the street
Flowers lined up neat and sweet
Lemons glowing in a row
“Morning!” from the girl I know
Fresh bread wrapped in paper twine
Coffee warming both my hands
Nothing waiting on my phone
That’s exactly how I planned
Sunday citrus
Golden in the morning light
Orange skies and lemon smiles
Everything just feels right
Sunday citrus
Take it slow and let it stay
Some days don’t need big reasons
Just a little sun all day
Old man laughing with his dog
Kids drawing flowers on the sidewalk
Tiny café, open door
Bell rings like it’s sung before
Butter melting on warm bread
Clouds drifting overhead
One more page before I leave
Nothing hidden up my sleeve
Someone waves from down the road
Music spilling from a porch
Summer fits this little town
Like sunlight through the trees
Sunday citrus
Golden in the morning light
Orange skies and lemon smiles
Everything just feels right
Sunday citrus
Take it slow and let it stay
Some days don’t need big reasons
Just a little sun all day
No countdowns
No plans to chase
Just today at its own pace
One more coffee
One more breeze
That’s enough for me
Sunday citrus
Brighter than a postcard view
Simple days have their own magic
Shining through
Sunday citrus
Carry me into the week
With pockets full of sunshine
And the calm I came to keep
