Poem for her 464

Dear Readers,


Slumber


That thing that happens extra when the time changes
When we both want to nap in the afternoon after a walk
The days slip by we call winter but trying to be warm
The sun shines brighter when afternoon nears up high
The yawns come when we haven't yet done much but wake
The hands slip into each other and we dance a bit
Going sideways over toward the big couch and sit
Then talk a bit about the next picnic hungry for a drive
But restive and not wanting to leave yet maybe later
Next week when the snows finally melt and the roads dry
Over there the bed calls to just take a load off
To slumber a bit into the afternoon sunshine breeze
These days of the time change make the body reset slow
Grab your hands and off we go to slumber land dreams
Taking my notes about which flower seeds you want grown
Then soothing you to sleep with a soft tuned poem


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.