Poem for her 372

Dear Readers,


Snow flakes


The bowl had a pile of frosted mini wheats
The snow outside by the front porch looked the same
The frost and flakes and the cold only out there
In here The bowl sat on a table You helped make
The bag of cereal gotten from a miles away shop
In a town down from our mountain top cabin
Over the years the raisins in our vineyard covered
With several kinds of chocolate creations
You favor a few and those we make more of
Eggs softly piled on the toast of bread we made
The frosted mini pillows with snow stuff on top
Almost ready for a hot cup of coffee
Some friends down the way grow coffee in a greenhouse
You and I helped them set up so as to have
Hot brew with the breakfasts of the winter like now
Later when the snow gets deeper a snow man to make
Or just look out at the fresh untouched white blanket
Softly snuggle up near the fire and muse on poems

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.