Saturday, March 23, 2019

Poem for her 790

Dear Readers,


Flower

Smiling at me from the side of the screen
I see you there almost ready to giggle
The sighing sounds of the kiss intense
Then the giggle long and soft and happy
There the video pauses

The photo of your hands
The moss close and green
The water drops small
The photo clear
Almost heard the click

Sounds in my memory
The soft soft sigh
When that first day
You were so close
The kiss about to happen

The kiss you gave me long ago
The parting of your lips
Eyes closed
As I looked at you
I wanted a photo
So blinked not as I took you in
There soft and close
Sigh heard and thoughts too
Needing the day on video tape
I download my mind's eye
Here in verses

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Thursday, March 21, 2019

Poem for her 789

Dear Readers,


Slumber in the spring

There she stands looking for a nap
I walk over to her
She curls into me
Like the cat she is
I whisper mews to her
She nods her head
Off to a warm bed we go
Wherever we are
The sheets pulled back
Blankets ready
There the nap flows
The days were long
Then sunshine slants cross the floor
The day slows
The sounds of slumber
The flowers bloom spring
Cuddled in close
Hands on her back
Gentle the day away
There the nap dreams take us
Down slumber lane


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Poem for her 788

Dear Readers,


Porch Swing


The spring air still chilled in the city
The house warm comfy and still
You sitting outside where I can see you
You turn just so
I see your smile and wave
Even though you might not see me
I get our tea in the big mug
More like a thermos
The flavor one we haven't had in a while
Sweet to the taste even fresh hot
Or still and cold over Ice
There you are hair flowing in the breeze
Watching the birds in the branches
Waiting for us to leave
So they can dine on the cracked corn
The swing has the sun over there south
The blanket you have fresh and warm
We pulled it out of the dryer minutes ago
There you smile in the photo
Taken that day
The giggles ring in our heads

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Monday, March 18, 2019

Poem for her 787

Dear Readers,


Muddy Mondays


Thank God for showers
The one in the house
The one on the side of the shed
Where we wash off the mud
Into a rock bed feeding some plants
Those days when mud isn't all
Tired days when a long shower soothes
When the bench in there makes them longer
Sitting when the legs need rest
Yet you want a long shower
So down the bench goes and wow rain
Warm and hot rain the shower goes
Days when the weekend was full of things
Illness or just the muddy feelings need showers
Those warmed by the sun or the heater
The fireplace makes the room warmer
The blower taking the hearth heat to us
The days could extend into the tuesdays too
So we get the terry cloth robes warm
The warm towels too
Off to a nice long shower


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Thursday, March 14, 2019

Poem for her 786

Dear Readers,


Rainbow paints

The text said
Wear a rainbow
I am sure she did
Which color she picked
I have some guesses
Over there in the vase
Flowers picked
Over here on the table
Flowers in a salad
Colors of the rainbow
Many more in the jars and tubs
By the paint section
Over yonder in the forest
Still more colors
Spring showing the span of color
I tug on her belt loops
Draw her near
Think to her a thought or two
She sighs
She giggles
The edges of my day
Vanish
Only her in my vision


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Saturday, March 09, 2019

Poem for her 785

Dear Readers,


Fridays

Looking over there you sit thinking
Thoughts long and short composed in a smile
Life long ages spent in a look
That giggle you have when I say Hi
The sighs of your lips when I mention..
Belt loops, two toed toads, or turnip and daisy
The grows slow your thoughts still
The fire warms the room you sigh
Suddenly you move stirring from thought
The day isn't an end of our week just a pause
Trips planned yet to go on
Picnic out by that winery over yonder road
Saturday 3 days away yet only the next hours
Sunup yours thoughts still there a son's note
We pack the basket take notes of roads
Travel slow over wet forest paths
Play music a bit loud you sing
Day trip or a night away down thata way
Your thoughts shared the ideas long complex
When the park is in view you look at me
We pull in to rest the day is dim clouds low
Your smile feeds me hunger gone
Food and the picnic basket I forget all
Fed by you and your smile

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Thursday, March 07, 2019

Poem for her 784

Dear Readers,


Thursdays

Belt loops on those new capris small tug
Slow porch swing daze some card game we play
Cold porch light the fire pit there warm our toes
Cool nights the fire place full of flames just for Us
Yonder star lights in the sky filled thoughts
Wonder what book we are reading today
New purses bought in town sing that song you know
Plan the other art project you had in mind
New colors many one a day for a month just for fun
Slow days in May the spring finally in the woods
Long ago chimes distant thoughts just you and me


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.