Poem for her 671

Dear Readers,

Those steps

That you took to get up the hill
The cabin sat in a garden
Short trees with things growing
The wind when it blew rattled leaves
The trees not so tall as to shade a cabin
But tall enough to shade us
The trees grew fruit and things
Flowers so many that never a dull day
Even winter things flowered inside
The green house had sweet smells
Flowers for the table
Flowers for your hair
Flowers for a salad
Those steps up the rise where you sit
At the porch swing edges
The cards on the end table
The cards with a small art set
The lines drawn where you sat paints
There the idea of a photo
Set to the music of morning
Small things for the library
Books to shade the trees out back
Books to shade your steps

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.