Poem for her 343

Dear Readers,


Blue sky fall


There we were standing in the room
The room full of art works hanging or sitting
The room so full that we'd have to come back
Just to see them all and gaze around
You'd see us holding hands
There in the room often as we liked this place
It had the fall colors on landscapes
The bright spring colors of full blooms
And the heady shades of summer and winter
The days we'd be seen there would also be
The sight of us always in front of one place
Even though there were many rooms
We'd always come back to see this one
The Blue Sky Fall painting was here
The Artist was known to us
We'd commissioned the piece of the fellow
We'd seen his subject and knew the textures
We'd be happy the most in this room here
Looking at the painting it was neat to us
We loved it and when asked we'd just say
It's just our favorite piece in the whole place
And when we left and drove back home
We'd walk in the door of a place
The same place, just not the same as the one
But it was the same as the art on that other wall
As it was there which we lived
Just a bit older than the day he painted
Our home in the woods


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.