Poem for her 447

Dear Readers,


Thunder in the morning

Those early spring thunderstorms
That make the day just so indoors
The mushy yard hardly fit too garden
The days like this make me want beaches
The surf and wind and you in a dress
The ankles bare and toenails painted
The days filled with a small glass of wine
Taking stock of our wine racks
In the wine cellar area and a note book
Filled with our notes about things
Taking pictures of you and you again
Telling you things about trips
And you telling me tales of wineries
Sipping the wine and kissing the day away
The storms forgotten outside
Just you and me babe cuddled warm


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.