Poem for her 840

Dear Readers,


The forest floor

The rock were stacked
The logs too
Sticks in piles
Stones in sorted heaps
Moss on all kinds of things
Lichens too
The little pond was bigger
The stream wider
The chill in the air cooler
Summer waning out toward winter
There the deck chairs under a tree
Awning held a'slanted
Bee's stopping at flowers still
The buzzing sound was other thing
Looking closer you saw it
A cell Phone in the weeds
Small black and thick
Buzz buzz buzzzzzz
Then I picked it up
Oh It's joe from town
Babe we need to go
Off we went
Shin dig almost missed
Dancing the night away
At Joe's Barn and Grill
The town's locally Owned
Hot spot
With Wi Fi and bar in the front
Huge dance floor
Center Barn floor

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 839

Dear Readers,


Tongue twisters and card stacks

The gals down the library way
Were having a bake sale
Funds to go to new Stop signs
There was that slow street
Once slower than now
Faster these days
The art festival in town
The photo galley local
The new Library telling corner
Those were new
As well as lots of grand kids
Father's uncle's cousin's kids
The town was spreading out
Hills Dale College Free too
Hills Dale College was great
We town and out sticks way folk
Were spreading the good vibes
We wanted things
Other folks seemed to like too
Some said we were a commune
I laughed
Then She sneezed
I asked
Pop Tart
She nodded
I smiled
The ways of the wild world
Slicing into the price of tarts
I had to bake more
So home again we went
9 hour drive
Okay just seems that way
It was 8 hours and ours was
Hard to find in the forest
Cabin in the woods
Holed up in them there hills
Tucked away
Where tender foots
Would get lost
We had the best site
Sights of streams and stems
The tree growth was dense
I had hid our road
You really had to know
How to find us
To get there
Shhhhh
It's a secret she is whispering to me
Muted shhhhh sleepy


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 838

Dear Readers,


License Plate


So So Sew Sue Dew
Sweet Nothings flew
Settle I told Her
Breath for a while
The drop of honey
...Touched down
.......Left Hand
Dan thought your Ur
Songs from the stereo
There the sounds
Dew drops hitting the ground
The drip drip of wax
Candles lit
Soft soft licks
The cat mews
The day shorter now
The dawn breaks
The sounds of velvet
Tell the tale
The soft fur
The swish of cat tails
In the vase
As the fan overhead
Turns the smell
Honey sweet
Nothings hanging of wings
Flew the socks down
There the kitten
There the soft mews
News
The day gone to night
Slumber near
There the soft feathers
The touches of belt loops
Soft tenders fired to embers
The stresses gone
The feel of sounds
So near our ears
Sheets drawn
Sleep


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 837

Dear Readers,


The deck


The deck of cards on a table
The table between two nice chairs
The chairs on a nice deck
We thought we'd add to the cabin
It was a plan
Long ago
Written about when we ate
There at another table
I think It was May
It was sun shiny and cool
Those days we had lots of plans
Now days we have lots of tables
One over by a creek
One under the sky
One on a boat
One right here
On this deck
She smiles
Shuffles the cards
Game night
Kisses her daily

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 836

Dear Readers,

The New Door

Walk through the door
Become new
The age before gone
The smile the same
Blonde hair shine
You every time
There the cards
New stack
Fresh deck
The game the same
Your face aglow
Kisses
Hugs
The babe
All the same


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 835

Dear Readers,


The morning Savor

There is this flavor I like
The taste always wonderful
Savor it like always
Never seems the same
Always wonderful
There it is
Standing
Barefoot
In front of me
Hi Babe,
I say
She smiles
That flavor of her
The smile
The sound
The savor
Oh so sweet
That flavor I like

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles