Poem for her 686

Dear Readers,


The red leaves

The dogwoods were blooming in the yard
The forest floor was full of spring things
The flowers many and filled with bees
The hives out by the back side of the spring house
All a buzz
We didn't harvest the honey much
This was for the flowers and the fruit trees
These Honey Makers were workers
They got most if not all the honey they wanted
We did have a friend in town who knew bees
Come out once a month to check on things
This month he visited with a gift
A cloak full of stars
It was a commissioned work
For the days we meet
I had pages of your drawings
Transposed on it
There was the resting pose
And whooshing off pose
And some apples and toes
Stitched into the fabric
His daughter sent you hugs
You'd help her learn how to read
At the town library a while back


Happy Birthday Babe

Charles.