poem for her 580

Dear Readers,


Dreaming of snow

The outside hot was such that we wanted snow
To eat in a cup with a cream topping
To splash on my face and chill the day
The beach was out as was the pond
The little spring in the hillside slow
The shower turned warm even on cold
We started planning trips to the snow
The places to go now that have snow
The dreams of where to find it
The things we've done in the snow
Those snow angles and the pictures
We have of snow filled scenes
We gathered snow thoughts all around us
Then crushed some ice and made some drinks
Noise of the ice crushing, the slushies
Mixed fruits and watermelon and ice
The Ice Wine not Ice enough but some chilled
There was just one thing left to do
Kiss her long and dance slow in the cool of evening

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.