Poem for her 342

Dear Readers,


Fog in the air


The window pane was fogged up as I looked out
Face close to it's surface watching you
Outside going off to a hair appointment
Then the pedicure later and that spa place
It was just another saturday but was also
The day of the time change of fall
Newly minted tea leaves poured in a cup
The spring water filled the tea kettle
The whistle waking the morning fog up
Kissing your lips as you arrive back
I hold out a thin piece of chocolate
That vaguely tastes of mint and tea
The sounds your sighs make as you eat
Thrill me a long way toward the evening
The day is not cold but not warm either
The heat of our fusion melts away the fog


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.