Sunday Comfort

Spears of sunlight shine

Through the gaping window, 

Ushering in a soft breeze. 

Birds dot the face of the sky, 

Shifting, flapping freckles 

That highlight the cloudy blush. 

Trees reach their verdant arms up 

Until they nearly graze the world’s ceiling

As they celebrate merrily, 

Casting down clusters of green confetti. S

mall gusts of comfort carried in 

But then, in a fragment of a moment, 

The geniality disappears with the slamming of panes

And the click of curtains closing. 

Sunday comfort gone with the wind.

Celia J. Kem is a poet who survives high school by writing rhymes in the margins of her calculus homework. She plans to attend a local Indiana college to get an English degree. Currently, Celia is focusing her unique, flowing prose into a fantasy novel.