Poem for her 574

Dear Readers,


Feather touches

The summer is high and hot days here
The swoop swoop of the fans above
Cooling the air just a shade less
The feather touches of your finger tips
Sooth the old muscles of my shoulders
There is the butterfly light kiss you give
The soft sigh as you take the lunch plate
The grilled cheese made like you like it
The glass of wine with strawberry in it
The game of pick up sticks on the table
The sound of the thunder in the distance
The chill of the air as the clouds move in
The sound of the rain on the cabin roof
The breeze cool with moisture dense
There is that pause where we think
Hey a nap would be great about now
And off to the light slumber of rain
The fans above chilled down the air
We drift off to sleep with feather touches

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.