Poem for her 670

Dear Readers,


Porch dancing

The yard full of dew drops
The want to dance in them
The chill in the air cool
So there we stand looking
Dancing in place
The wetness on our toes warm
From the fireplace inside
The socks on your feet
The bareness of mine
The dew undisturbed
Swing you round and dip and kiss
Swing you slow
There in Terry clothe robe
Purple with belt and warm
The dew dancing done on porch
Out there in the yard cool
Drops soak the bunny feet
As they munch on the grass


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.