Friday, September 22, 2017

Poem for her 309

Dear Readers,


Porch Swings

Sitting on the swing in her black coat
She smiles as I touch her right hand
And kiss her fingers and she sighs
It is cold out but we are still on the porch
This winter it's not yet snowy
But we'd really like to see some white
So we are both in white clothes under our coats
Though I don't have long pants, but shorts on
She is drifting to sleep on my shoulder
We talk about trees and birds and paints
Soon the frosty mornings will fill the weeks
The snow we want to encourage to fall soon
So we can make those first snow angels
The afternoon drifts by as the sun moves west
We kiss as the sun sets behind trees
The evening starts to chill more
We talk about going back inside
Lighting a fire to snuggle by and snooze
The bedroom fireplace glows warm and we sleep


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Poem for her 308

Dear Readers,


Nibbling


The eyes looked at me across the table
The picnic sat out was one of many
We had had over the years
I was not eating as much as she was
But I was eating her up with my eyes
The very wave of hair
The every glint of sunlight on strand
We would nibble a bite or two
We'd talk or say something about the food
We were almost always trying something new
But every day with her I was nibbling
On her with my eyes
Even when I am not in the same room as she
I can look at her image in my sight
And hunger for the look of her
Yet food is just untouched in front of me
She knows these thoughts we speak of them
She giggles and laughs and sighs
And I am fed once more with each breath
I touch her skin and my hand glides
In slow progress over it's edges and ways
And as we picnic on the spread table
I nibble with eyes on her sighs


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 307

Dear Readers,


Orange Juice,


On the list she said just now
I added it, but we buy it frozen
Fresh Frozen Picked squeezed and frozen
The taste goes best with additives
But I like the little fruits of the trees
We might have been able to grow
Oranges had we been further south
But we have a variety of things
That grown where we are make juice
Filled into glasses and made to drink
Might only be once a year saved for
The Last day of summer, cusp of fall
The day of this poem is this year's date
The end of summer and the day next is Fall
But when you read this it might be just today
The day she smiles, and laughs at the thoughts
She remembers having thought of as the time drifts
The snow of the grass melts in her hand
The parking lot so far away that she smiles
As I take her hand in a kiss
The day she holds laughter near the edge
Of the soft breezes lingering in her hair
The eyes not faded shielded from glare
The meal fresh on her lips as I kiss them
The coffee hot and that to tasted
I mention 194 and then read again to her
Soft sighs of delight and soft dances
Bare foot over the dew filled grasses
Orange blossoms scattered in sprays on table
The scent of her filling my mind
The taste of purple on my touch

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Poem for her 306

Dear Readers,


That Afternoon nap


The morning filled with phone calls
The morning being the time people called
The appointments made for the week
Soft hands shuffled the notes
So many things to do where was the time
Then the soft whistle of the tea pot
The sounds of footsteps and the smells
Grilled cheese like she liked it
Tea that had a full mint chocolate taste
Still Tea but different with that chocolate
He smiled and let her drink some and watched
Her smile was full of sunshine and blue sky eyes
Planning always needs a bit of down time
The plate was empty, the cup with a bit left
The hands moving over the sore aches of life
The hands moving deeper into the efforts
The sighs and happy sounds and rest
Just there as the clock turned one more hour
The day still the scents of flowers and love.
The two of them asleep and the afternoon, evening.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Poem for her 305

Dear Readers,


Irish Cream

The flavor of the lip balm
The flavor in the coffee mug
The shot to the side of the plate
The chocolate just eaten there
The main dish served hot and fresh
The idea of a bottle on the shelf
The kiss of two on the dance floor
The soft touch on bare ankle
The pull of fingers at the belt loop
The chilled glass of tasty smells
Then the kiss of lips to lips
The flavor that might be minty too
Things mixed and tried later
The chocolate still soft and dripped
Fingers typing the notes of menu
The still air of the porch swing
Drifting with the scents of the day
The sighs made at the thoughts said
Night full of stars and the whisper
Of turquoise silk on the cotton pillow


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Poem for her 304

Dear Readers,


Turquoise,


She wore something in that color today,
Then again I like the color too
So when we go shopping for paints
Or for things that have clothe in them
We add colors to our piles of colors
Both of us being artistically minded
We have a lot of colors we like
But Turquoise was the choice for the day
The item of clothing was just one of many
There is that shirt I wear that goes on her
There is that patterned towel that we like
The Showers being many the towels are many
There is space in the cabinets for things
The floor is clear and the tables empty
The stones of Turquoise mix in with others
Sitting there in the vase for rocks
She is smiling now reading this as I type
She is giggling about something I just said
She is dancing a bit for me to hurry and say


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.


Sunday, September 17, 2017

Poem for her 303

Dear Readers,



Summers in the woods

The summer never seem to end these days
They go on and on into the fall
That is why the Outdoor shower gets a lot of use
That is also why we do most of the cooking
Out in the summer Kitchen under the eaves
Over by the tables on the porch
Where we built a small area that
Has picnic like greenery and places to eat
Sit or just be with the cool breezes
Not always a shaded area but that is why
Trees grow so well and fast
Shade comes from leaves and breezes push
Summer further into fall and the rains
Of fall come and visit and we sit outside
Waiting for the harvest to bloom
Waiting for the time we like several days
To dust the sky with the end of summer


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Poem for her 302

Dear Readers,


Showers

The drip of water finally stopped
As the last of the Solar Shower emptied
The day was fun filled we had gardened
The morning away and put up a lot
Of plants and veggies and things
The water had heated over the morning
Though some seemed a bit colder than
The outer edges of the Tank filled sunlight
We used a bike system to fill the tank
From the spring water off the hillside
The exercise was rewarded a few hours or days
Later with a nice shower for two
The water draining into the french drain
Then down into the lower garden area
So as to take into play all the funds
Of drips of water where it could be used
We even took a shower inside from time to time
But there the set up was different
Today the shower was outside and nice
She loves showers and I like them too
But she loves them so much more
That I make sure she can have two a day
Whenever she wants one and smile as she does


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.