Poem for her 352

Dear Readers,


Hunting

For a card to send you
To make you that new recipe
Those little mint leaves in the tea
You wanted to get the red cape
So you got it, now it's in the closet
Bring up the blue one next to it
Where the pocket has the stars from the pool
The ones that fell off the tree we moved
The one we cut for christmas two years ago
Those capes you like to wear
Hanging in the closet of new cedar wood
Holding you in my hands as we dance
The night is young let us play a few more tunes
The radio dial set to all your favorite stations
Hunting for just the right song to dance to
The dawn's early edges flow into the window
Finds your head curled into my shoulder
Both of us asleep and the radio's soft melody
Hunts for a few more dance steps


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.