Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Poem for her 538

Dear Readers,


Raining day

The fog was so thick we couldn't see the trees
They were just beyond the kitchen window
When we went out to feed the birds we felt it
Thick and heavy on our skin, You were glad
We could stay home today and not have to drive
The city house was in a fog bank and clouds
We knew up the hills the cabin was also in clouds
Then the rumble of rain heavy sounds we hurried
The rain started as we got to the gate
The drops into the fog hardly mattered we were wet
The rain lasted for a while the puddles deepened
The rain of these heating showers this year odd
Welcome as not a drought but a bit more damp
The veggie garden was looking for dry land
The birds sat on branches with wet feathers
I handed you a towel for the water on your face
The day was another great time to take a nap
So we did.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Poem for her 537

Dear Readers,



Afternoon Nap

The pillows are there, your side thick
My side that one buckwheat hull pile
The covers are thin sheets not heavy
The summer is for light cool not hot
The clock isn't set even if we have a trip
The snuggles are skin to skin if we can
The sheets brisk and cool at first
The air dark without much light but cool
The subject of chatting light dozy
We like to nap in the mid afternoon
A few hours after the chores of morning
The dance of evening drift in our dreams
The soft touches of shoulder and arm
The gentle sounds of us sleeping slow
The day settled down and curtains shut
The phones turned off just us asleep
Soft kisses to wake and long stretches
Soft kisses to wake and sweetness fresh

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Monday, May 21, 2018

Poem for her 536

Dear Readers,


Kiss

The car door opened and you sat down
I leaned in and gave you a kiss

The door opened in the cabin
And you walked in
I kissed you at the threshold

I didn't have mistletoe in my hand
But when you passed the archway
I kissed you

The pathway had a fork in it we paused
The short walk was to the left
The long way was to the right
We flipped a coin
As it landed I kissed you

The morning starts
With a kiss

The evening ends
With a kiss

The clock hand moves
With a Kiss

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Poem for her 535

Dear Readers,


Sunday Dinner


That Meal that might be a single pot
But might be 20 courses yet only us
The day that is slower than the rest
The clouds might be in full bloom
The sun could be high in the sky
The walks in the park long and slow
The dinner waiting or a picnic spread
There is as many ways this meal could be
As there are sundays on our charts
The one steadfast event is You and me
There in a warm room or cool place
With food out spread and a meal ready
The various ways not limited by these lines
Just that you and me babe have a meal
On a sunday time scale and then
The rest of the week together
That has you walking in the dew once
And has a picture of your hands on film

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Poem for her 534

Dear Readers,



The kiss

The dawn kissed the sky with yellows and golds
The stars were just fading off to the west
The soft lips of the night before warmed you
They slid down your shoulder bare lightly
The covers just slowing them slightly
The slow ebb of breath caught as you wake
The turn of shoulder under their touch
The face of morning still asleep and calm
The kissing goes on and on the wakefulness aware
Stirring the colors of the dawn to a glow
The sheets still cover us but our lips aware
That morning has arrived and we kiss long


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Friday, May 18, 2018

Poem for her 533

Dear Readers,


The day

That game you had to play to get points
The over and over and over again then
You wake and it was just a bad dream
You got a fresh mug of hot coffee
And the eggs on buttered toast and a kiss
The dream of the other thing fading fast
The day was about to be over with
When the rain started again and we smiled
Hey we are inside and not out there
I give you a long kiss hand you a pen
Move the notebook closer to you with a smile
The days of those old games of point and click
Gone off to the other side of the clock
They are still memories but softly forgot
Soothing fingers on the knee that smells of mint
The ankle that had a drop of honey licked off it
The night star party set for one without rain
The evening chilled with a glass of wine
Take another look at the scrap book and kiss me

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Poem for her 532

Dear Readers,


Spring moon Summer sun


Every time the sun comes up and the birds start
The thoughts run toward the day ahead where to go
The ideas run deep and it's hard to sleep
The wishing for one more day of vacation
The looking out the windows and seeing the mist
The fog of the morning slowly drifting off
There on the table the outline of plans
There on the table the green clothe of vacation
Then the memory seems to soak in about the dreams
Were they really there, was this the cabin today
Roll over touch my hand tell me morning and then
See the vacation as it really is, not just a dream
But not really a vacation but a layer of reality
No job to go into today, just some plans in the yard
Just a trip to town for seeds and plants to plant
The easy days are real the dreams were of before
When you had to go hither and yon, now stay home
No need to rat race run, just a long vacation day
Things to do and places to go, but in the slow way
No busy thoughts of making time deadlines
Ease out of bed and pad to kitchen for hot coffee
Kiss each other and slow the day back down


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.