Ode to a Nap

A golden hue
breaks across 
the glass,
rays my room,
shimmering up 
the mango wood deco !
That old warmth
arouses my derm
of that distant
sun-kissed
tropical memory !
The tome falls over,
the words fade;
the pillows 
cosset me
against the couch !
Backyard laughter, 
white noise of
a mower,
soft singing of
my girl -
in slow
piannismo,
sweet aural harmony !
Then…
divine sleep 
sets in
unhurried,
unplanned,
unannounced
mid-morn
on a perfect
Seattle Sunday !!!