Poem for her 632

Dear Readers,


Lady in red in the snow

The red hooded cape was dusty with snow
You were tossing snow balls at me
While I laid there in the snow bank
Making a snow fort look like an angel
The edges of the wing tips not a fluffy as I wanted
So I had you toss me more snow
Snowballs whizzed by my head
My smile as I said closer babe
Just a bit closer
One hit me and I smiled as the cold snow melted
Down my neck into my shirt
Ahh joy it was cold I liked the cold
Next morning I might regret it but now fun
Then the wing tips were just the right fluff
The snow was starting to fall again
So we bid our goodbyes to the yard
And you in hood red but black under side cloak
In the house we went
The porch got the wet shoes
And the fire inside helped dry us off
Aw snow in the winter months and You
Kissing your cold hands til warm


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 631

Dear Readers,


Snow in the forest


The thoughts of you cuddled close to me
The days shorter than now and cooler
The joy of seeing the winter here
And not the heat of the summer still
The porch swing dusted even under cover
The snow on the ramp beside the side door
The steps covered and the ground with prints
My foot prints in the fresh snow still
From yesterday when it first fell
The eggs in the fridge calling our names
The smell of hot coffee as the day breaks
That smell the butter makes in our skillet
The bread buttered by you and the cheese laid out
There that toasted egg and cheese melted grill
The one you and I worked on in a video long ago
The one you smiled and ate with the glee of
My cooking for you the smile so close today
The cuddle as the music plays and my fingers dance
Down your back and we sip coffee at the window


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 630

Dear Readers,


Cloud crackers with jam

Jelly on the tip of the spoon just so
The peanut butter ready too
Then the soft butter on graham cracker
There the can of pate
And the jar of caviar
The wine bottles open
The glasses just filled
The samples of this and that
The clouds still heavy with snow
And in the freezer of outside a bowl of it
Snow on a spoon with just a bit of cream
Then the cloud crackers too, soft pillows of snow
There is that list on the fridge
Dates to have picnics on
First one listed is a Monday
Then Tues, wed, thurs, fri sat
The one for Sunday says
Breakfast in bed
And today's listing has a snowball on it
Cloud of snow with strawberry jam on top
The berries from our garden last year

Happy Birthday Babe.

Charles.

Poem for her 629

Dear Readers,


Cloud tasting

Snow hitting the front porch steps cold
The white white of the clouds
The taste of your belly button today
That helping spoonful of cloud
I put right there on your tummy
I said I wanted a good taste of sunshine
But I wanted a bit of cloud too
So there I took the spoon and
Spooned in the cloud
There on the canvas
The odd chance of phrase
The turn of your side
The dance in the fresh snow on my toes
Your giggle as I took photos
Then your giggles too
As I licked your cloud filled belly button
The day being happy
A monday in winter
A monday in August
Any day with you

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 628

Dear Readers,


Desert climes and story chimes


The isle where she mines the odds and ends in the game
The beach setting in the photo spread of land to buy
The woods are warm this year round and now we wander
The city house able to chill the hot winds
The cabin in the woods filled with many projects
The time never seeming enough once we start one
Then just to chill in the laid back woods on a hill
There the winter snows soft but not to deep
There the winds blow salt air up hi and not hot
The beach sounds like a desert but not waterless
There the soft sounds of her moving next to me
The sand under feet and the rising sun and setting
Seen from the same beach wave tops that face north
Rising and then not hot during the day at zenith
Setting and not hot as it sinks into the sea
Shifting sands on a dune but not so hot
We can walk out and be in shade and enjoy the day
We can stay in and write love sonnets

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem to her 627

Dear Readers,



The cabin meal


The rounds of crackers many a kind
There was the peanut butter 3 kind on table
The regular, the sweet vanilla, the heady chocolate
The other bits of things pate, foie-gras of duck
Eggs of fish and some sliced things too
Avocado, Orange, apple, honeydew, tart something
There that night the kisses of ever
The soothing feel of feeding each other
The parts and laughs the memory lane visits
There the plans many and talking few which
Layer to have next which would taste best
Then check it twice if we thought we liked it
Taking notes on a pad, just to help trace
The tent of fabric that we'd use to take
On the future picnic planned on this one
Designed to have as much variety as possible.
Then after the meal and clean up
Long touching Night filled with slow sounds
Of sleep and flowers and sweet nothings and somethings
Flicking on and off in the sock drawers


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 626

Dear Readers,


Cheese Melts


The taste of the first that day was brie
The next one in like was a feta
Then you said hey
And I smiled and said hey
The cards were out and sorted into
Randomly arranged stacks one in front of you
The other over to the right side of me
Then I leaned over and got my face in close
We touched tips of our noses
Then we moved slightly sideways
And kissed for the next 3 years
Or so it seemed
Then my phone rang
I looked at the number
Opened it and then closed it
Just the cheese sales people I said
You giggled in you way
Hot and soft sultry and happy all at the same
Time stands still and then you and I
We see the top cards face up
Oh no you say as I groan a bit
Aces both
Bedtime I say
You agree
We will play this hand next month maybe
Okay well in the morning
Which will be next month as well

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 625

Dear Readers,


Something Sweet


The bread recipe needed work
The cherries and the mango puree
There needed to be other things too
The croutons out of the last batch okay
There was something missing still
I knew what it was
Her hands in mine
Those simple giggles
The ones her smiles made
They had that touch of sweet delight
The light on in the kitchen off
The back yard cool
Evening shade the four o clocks full
Those tiny watermelon fruit crisp summer
Then the butter on the graham crackers
The bread would wait
The night was young, we headed to bed
There we slept my fingers on her back
Either way we sleep
I touched her back and then sleep

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 624

Dear Readers,


This is


There was an advert that read
Beach house remote
The plane landed on the water
There was a small dock
The plane motored to the edge
There was a few people there already
Sales force reps
They wanted to see the couple
They were older than some expected
One lady said she saw butterflies in the air
The couple walked hand in hand
They smiled at the others
Said hardly a word
The butterflies arrived in swarms
Many colors and shapes and sizes
The pilot was shocked Butterflies here?
The couple acted as if they did not see them
Though the man whispered to the lady something
She giggled and said something back to him
The gesture though was with her fingers
In his hand they said Love
His next statement was to the agent
We will take it
The details had already been arranged
The colors of the butterflies increased
Then the waves said

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 623

Dear Readers,


Music for 1:21:22

She was listening to music when the bird sounded
The mowers had finally stopped
His Prayer had fit the bill to a T
Thank God the sounds had slowed the rumbles
The bird sounded off again
She looked about hunting for what
There wasn't loud birds out today
That old clock?
No the batteries had been killed
Then the sound soft and still bird
The notebook fluttered down from above
The dream ended with a snap
The sounds of the music she was playing going on
There was a note on her chest
It read
Hi
I am a sweet nothing
Come to wake you softly
I like you
I love you
I want you
I need you
You are Awesome


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 622

Dear Readers,


Lunch break

There on the table the cheese melted
The butter aroma filled the room
The cabin had a scent of pine and wood
The hotel room of fresh linens and butter
The house in town the flowers on the table

There the eggs hot sliding out of pan
Onto top of shrimp and noodles
The bread under that buttered
Toasted and warm on a single Plate
The first in a hotel room grand
The next time In a grand location too
The day served in the cabin a birthday
The night lunch break in town sweet
The first time at the beach house was

So sweet and chilled out that you shed a tear
There that kinda new place
But kinda old
There the seasons didn't change much
The cold winters just a bit mild
The hot summers full of breezes
There the southern ocean always blue
Like your eyes as they look at our hands
Together in the film clip and scrapbook drawing

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 621

Dear Readers,


The Walk

That day we were sitting in the living room
Thought to walk to the library
The one in the house in town
Just a few steps over there
Toward the bedrooms
But just not there in a side room
Just a spare bedroom
Turned to books and a desk
There on the desk a computer
Once dad's now ours
There all around the walls
Books and things

There that day when strolling in the big city
Over there across the river large
There is that big building and others
The books in the bookstore many
The books and things
Hard to get a full feel for
Only once there is never enough
Kinda like a good library
Often visited
Walked to from a parking lot
Or from the couch

There the cabin in the woods
The library small and select
The big one in town
The one we helped start
The books many and all over
The kids in the reading room
The parents too
The books on all topics
There a walk after a drive
The park outside planted too
Walking hand in hand with you

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 620

Dear Readers,


Hugs and Kisses


The long hug after a time away from each other
When her lips are turned up
She bounces on her toes and the hug is intense
The time when on a couch her melding with me
Was so close I'd never before experienced it
Just that deep cuddling there on that couch
Memory is filled with her touch
The days that she is away we might only just
OXOX and XOXO to each other via text
Knowing that the letters are more than letters
The feeling of closeness in them, the touch
The touch of her fingers in mine have been filmed
Are there as that feeling I can't tell you about
Just know soul of my soul being there together
Hugs and kisses and her smile and face light the room
The touch of her feelings there on my senses
The belt loops under a long coat and the smile
Held long and the slow burn that heats the room
Sweet nothings in your room floating to say
I love you as they touch your skin
Sweet somethings sent my way from you

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles,

Poem for her 619

Dear Readers,


That day


When I saw you by the elevator
When you stood on that parking lot
When you took the hotel cart back
..and I filmed you doing it
When you first kissed me
When we stood in line the first time
When we walked a parking lot
When we listened to those songs in your new car
When we sat on a front porch in the woods
When I first get a txt that you are back in town
When I first think of you as I wake
When we first kiss after a while of not kissing
When we touched fingers the first time
..right before I saw you without shades on
When you said Hi to me and we started talking
Those are the days of a that day poem
But those are only a small small slice of heaven
You are for me

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 618

Dear Readers,


Music

There in the room with her headphones on
There in the car with the radio playing
There on the front porch looking through CDs
There on the night stand a small CD player
She has music at a finger tip, some I like too
Sometimes we don't play music with the speakers
The dances don't always have music in the background
The showers go a while without music
She sings things with me listening to her
Her head and body moves to the beat of a song
There she is with empty belt loops
Here I am stepping close putting my fingers in them
Pulling her to dance steps of some song played
Stepping in slow steps to a beat all our own
There is music in the day when she is in the house
There is music in her eyes when she looks at me
Soft sounds of sighs as she whispers

Happy Birthday Love,

Then I say,

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 617

Dear Readers,


The backyard Swing

The trees didn't cover it
But the shade does
The swing had been there a while
The trees are to the south,
So the shade is always northward
The swing gets morning and evening light
You sit there smiling
Knowing I am filming you
Knowing the camera is at the ready
Just not yet focused on you
You are holding a flower
One from the yard
There in the close-in frame
Your hand and it
The flower is a small yellow one
One of the wild ones
You are wild yourself
Held just so, by a flower
And the camera eye
And our fingers on the other hand
Slowly touching
Slowly forgetting the camera
Kissing each other
By the fingers twining


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 616

Dear Readers,


Cards

That one in the red envelope in a box
The deck of them on the table in a picture
The decks of them in a box on the mantle
The ones in the photos with hands near them
The two you drew in the blue notebook on video
They were a Queen and a King of hearts
You shaded in the hearts and we can hear the pen
There is that puzzle we made of a big photo
There are more cards in a scrap book too
Those decks from that winery we went too
The set of new cards unopened waiting in my pocket
The others I put in the picnic basket last night
Some cards on the front porch to be mailed
A card on your pillows with these words

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

And another private poem.

Poem for her 615

Dear Readers,


Camera shy

There that slight turn of head
The face away from my camera eye
There I come around a corner sharp
Hand held just so
There your face as the shutter blinks
The Camera shy smile
Knowing once I am turned
Might turn back with camera on
So you watch close
See my hands move
Then sway your skirts
There being camera shy
Patient stare at my face
Knowing the film is rolling
Watching your gaze
Seeing you move
The sweep of room behind
You there in the focus true
I look to see you smile
As film rolls ask you to say
Something
Then you do
I smile on camera sound
There those tones soft
Smiles as you happy say
Look at my nails

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 614

Dear Readers,


The Nail appointment


The nails were bare no polish on them
The hands were in gloves and sifting dirt
Or rather we call it soil as the potted plant saw it
We were bringing in bulbs to bloom inside
There on the sunny porch side window
The nail appointment several days off
A nice place in town she liked
But she wanted her nails painted now
The lady on the phone said sure come right in
The ride to town was faster than normal
It was a slow day and little traffic
There were no cars in the lot
Bold she thought as the color went on
Then she laughed and mentioned a video
Long ago when she showed me her nails
Bold for me she'd said
Pictures were taken and I had her say
Much the same things as before
But today I said

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 613

Dear Readers,


The phone call

You sighed as I greeted you
I love you, said several times in a breathless rush
A form of hello, with more behind it than a mere hello
Then the words of other things follow
Softly the story goes, 300 sweet nothings in the room
Your smile remembers them in your sock drawer
Whispering your name as you slip your t-shirt on
Soft words of love
The ones whispered in the morning light
Right before I hand you a mug of coffee
The ones when stepping out to the porch
Each porch with benches that are called swings
The phone buzzes
You hear me say
I love you, I love you, I love you and your name
Soft held in my hand as I push off the swing
..on it's swaying journey back and forth
..as you tuck your legs over the sides on a pillow
..and snuggle into me

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 612

Dear Readers,



Front Porch


The screened in section of the cabin was cool
The morning filled sinuses were draining
Soon we'd both be able to sniff better
There was the smell of fresh coffee still
That big pot in the kitchen poured in the cup
This morning it was a grilled egg and cheese
But a bit later when we could smell better
The birds were flocking toward the sunflowers
We might have a few to plant next year
The tomatoes were still blooming and setting
The day was slower this early not yet 9
Your tummy made that rumble sound
And I smiled, got up and said shall we
We slowly made it to the kitchen
Getting the bread and butter and plate
Warming the coffee and then the meal
Our ears still not as clear as we'd like
But tummy was hungry and time to eat
The sounds of fall sliding in the windows
Smell of coffee and eggs and cheese
That meal we've had a dozen years
But fresh each time you and I taste it

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 611

Dear Readers,



The trip

The car was working well I told her
She looked at me and smiled
The car was picked out by her
We'd paid for it easy
We'd saved for it before we saw it
But this was Her car
The one she liked and wanted to drive
Not a left over from the city house days
Just hers
Though I could drive it too with my longer legs
It was hers
When we went on trips
She drove till tired and if we wanted to keep going
I'd drive a bit
But we planned trips so that a bit of driving was all
Then a space of stopped and enjoying
Then some sleep time
More enjoying walking about
Then back to the road
Even if the trip was a long one
Short easy drives between stops
One thing she liked about the car
It was hers


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.