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.