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Weekends
By Linda Vancour

Winter has arrived outside our house
The chilly weather as quiet as a mouse
We are upstairs snuggled in our bed
Ignoring the cold creeping into our head
Our ears and nose getting red bright
Oh no is it still the middle of night
I don’t want to get up can’t you tell
The alarm is ready to ring its bell
Just one more minute to sleep I say
Before I have to go and start up my day
I peek at the window that still paints dark
I hear no birds not even a lark
Downstairs I hear the patter of feet
Is it the dog just wanting a treat
I slip out of bed one foot at a time
To reach the cold floor oh my what a crime
The coffee pot is gently calling my name
And so is the warm bed it’s always the same
I look at the calendar on my desk over there
And slowly I slip into the living room chair
Oh well I really don’t have to get up
Because it’s Saturday I’ll pass on the cup
Back upstairs I return to my nest
And off to dreaming to get much needed rest

Linda Vancour was born and raised on Martha’s Vineyard. After 37 years off-Island, she returned in 2015 with her spouse to live year-round in Katama. She works for the Martha’s Vineyard Center for Living and writes poems inspired by the Island.

Poets with a connection to Martha’s Vineyard are encouraged to submit poems to Laura Roosevelt at ldroosevelt@gmail.com