Weekends Are For...

Weekends are for...

Giddiness.

And Girlyness

And Dangling Curls

And Dresses.

For wine.

Toasted to salmon

And partnered with veal.

And small corner booths

And lighting kept low.

For beignets.

Doused cinnamon

Dapped in glaze

And cripsed into coffee ice cream.

For dessert melting

And Mark melting

And me melting.

And us.

Weekends are for

Quiet mornings

And fences

And neighbors.

For smiles with Tate

And sarcasm with Sam and Wes.

For watching my backyard

Gather neighbors

And gift home.

Weekends are for Gardens

And hoping

And roaming

And dreaming.

For peaceful, delight, love;

That intimate place.

Weekends are for

Mornings that linger with coffee

Kitchens that sparkle with clean

Services that fill with worship

And the man that holds my hand.