Poem for her 532

Dear Readers,


Spring moon Summer sun


Every time the sun comes up and the birds start
The thoughts run toward the day ahead where to go
The ideas run deep and it's hard to sleep
The wishing for one more day of vacation
The looking out the windows and seeing the mist
The fog of the morning slowly drifting off
There on the table the outline of plans
There on the table the green clothe of vacation
Then the memory seems to soak in about the dreams
Were they really there, was this the cabin today
Roll over touch my hand tell me morning and then
See the vacation as it really is, not just a dream
But not really a vacation but a layer of reality
No job to go into today, just some plans in the yard
Just a trip to town for seeds and plants to plant
The easy days are real the dreams were of before
When you had to go hither and yon, now stay home
No need to rat race run, just a long vacation day
Things to do and places to go, but in the slow way
No busy thoughts of making time deadlines
Ease out of bed and pad to kitchen for hot coffee
Kiss each other and slow the day back down


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.