Poem for her 383

Dear Readers,



Winter Rain


The weather was not yet snow
The cold was there and You liked the sweater
The color was that wine and cream
The material was not harsh to fingers
The skin under it was covered in a camisole
The hair was just so on the collar
The weather outside was rainy
But I had that big summer shade parasol
The one that we thought would cover a car
So when we went out You'd have cover and I too
The winter rain was pretty dense
The porch swing out back soaked
But we were going to an art gallery
So it'd be dry inside and the light lunch
Then the trip down memory Lane
Then back to the house for time relaxing
The winter rains forgotten outside
The hot mint tea and bit of buttered grahams
And long night of cuddles and cards
The dense rain forgotten in a long cuddling


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.