Poem for her 749

Dear Readers,


Vase of stems

The wire project was on the table
The city table was where we were
The wire bits out on a board
Making a vase
Making flowers
Odd things
Needed no water
There were patterns we'd worked on
Things we'd seen
Copies of art we liked
Made some of our own
There in the winter day
Cold out
The birds many in the yard
Fed by use and the seeds
The table was full of time
Then a roll
Gone in a few
The vase done
The flowers all dipped
There the stems
In a vase
Wire framed all
Color all over the place
Her shining like the first day
Brand spanking new
Awesome

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.