The dawn glows in a vivid array of golden red,

And with coffee warming my hands.

I breathe, in this quiet, feeling the rarest wealth,

The simple gifts of health, the soft pulse of gratitude

Another weekend arriving like a trusted friend.

A pause from the rush, a small pocket of rest,

A moment where happiness settles in

As weekend arrives like a welcomed friend.

And as the day leans in gentle rhythm,

I let the quiet wrap around me like a soft embrace.

Each moment unhurried, each breath its own small blessing.

For weekends teach a tender truth, that life feels fuller when you loosen your grip,

When you let the world slow to something human,

When you allow yourself to simply be grateful .

So, here’s to mornings that open like golden doors,

To hours that ask nothing but presence, to the quiet  grace of feeling whole again,

Here’s to the gift of rest, the warmth of gratitude, and the soft, steady joy

Of weekends that remind us all, how good it is to be  ALIVE.

A poem/verse by Peter A. Moscovita
Books By Peter LLC
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Date April 18^th .2026