Poem for her 810

Dear Readers,


Summer slumber


The ceiling fan made a whir sound
The air moved over her warm body
She lay there sleeping next to me
I listened to her breathing
Also to the fan as it's wind stirred us
I wanted to listen to her all night
Knowing soon I'd drift off to sleep
As the summer night wore on
The air finally chilled enough
I drifted off to the land of nod
There she was in a snow drift
Winter snow suit blue or green
There were roses at her feet in the snow
I wondered at this then awoke
There was a soft kiss on my face
She was asking me something
The night had turned to dawn
Breakfast was the question
I said softly my answer
Then we kissed a long time


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.