Thank you, Sunday

Let's sing a song for Sunday,

Chanteuse, nocturnal muse,

And night-nurse.

We couldn't hate you,

Your wake-up call so sweet,

The anti-lullaby.

Thanks for singing us awake

For morning smokes, and meditations

On snow-crusted granite.

Thanks for staying up--

Listening to snores

And finishing our puzzles--

Warming your voice for sunrise.