Poem for her 422

Dear Readers,



Winter blues


Frost on the window panes
The sun dress on the closet rack
The desire to dress without coat
The look of muffled face
Your eyes just above the fluff
I want to hurry spring along
Get you back into T-shirt and skirts
Rub your arm with lotion
Then the park we'd go
Picnic over by the lake
Out in the summer sun
Shades on your eyes
Pleats in the skirt folded just so
The winter time hot chocolate
The winter time fire outside
The one inside ready but unlit
Hands you that hot mint tea
I just rub your sore calves
And the feet too
Hand you the warmed socks
Touch your lips with a kiss
Cuddle you close and tell you a poem


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.