Poem for her 436

Dear Readers,


Roses are

The days since that first poem via Email
So many down a long flowered path
Talking about pillows and reading
Green glasses and green dresses and green
It is still winter in these parts
But soon as spring arrives maybe a red rose
To off set the red nose
Slides hands around your ankles
Pulls off your socks
Kisses your toes
Tells you a poem
Licks your jean covered knee
Asks you if you want coffee
Or the peter pan peanut butter cracker
First
Makes you a grilled cheese with fresh bread
Second
Hands you a deck of cards
Stow those in the picnic basket
Lets go for a drive
Here are the keys
Off to the cabin
Off away to points yonder
But first let me kiss your ankles again
Let me put your socks on
Yes I bought you a new pair
You like roses


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.