Poem for her 355

Dear Readers,



Wishing for Snow.


Sitting on our porch in the swing
We are looking out at the fallen leaves
Wishing for that first snow fall
To go and gather some for a snowball
Make the first snow angels
To see the first signs of winter for sure
The excuse, hey it's snowing we can't go there
The winter coughs and sneezes might not stop
But the first snow is the nice spot
Where the forest slows and the paints come out
The camera gets to see you in your hood
Though you don't like hats
The hood keeps the ears warm in the snow
Though you have long hair still and it's thick
Little Red Riding Hood in the forest
With me the Wolf howling the first snows close

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.