Poem for her 845

Dear Readers,



Visiting the city


Took a drive down out of the mountains
There is town, turn left at the light
Go 40 miles down the two Lane
There is the Highway on ramp
Up and up and down and straight on
The way to the city was a bit to go
She was driving, as she liked to do
I was soft conversation about fall
The change of going south to the city
There was our stop for a bite to eat
Picnic basket out of the trunk
Favorite things and some fruits
Back to the drive after a gas stop
The day was sun shiny we liked that
The city streets were odd things
Traffic light yet busy a change from town
We'd not been in the city for a while
Or was it just two months ago
So strange the heavy roads no dust
Oh there is the turn Our road
The house looks good
The smells of home
The soft bed and cuddles


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 844

Dear Readers,


Spoons

There set in the drawer
The teaspoon, Tablespoon
Ice tea spoon long
I liked the Ice Tea ones
Hand picked from old
My legs rubbed hers
We were talking kitchen
Kitchen this and that
Kitchen design
Kitchen supplies
Things we liked
Things we might
Recipes
There in bed
Light yet not
Day yet night
Night fire glowing
The sheets off
The sheets on
Fan over head
Sounds of logs popping
Rubbing of skin
Spooning


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 843

Dear Readers,


The painting


There on the stand
Paint's in hand
I try to film
That day once long ago
Parking lot
The standing figure
Off in the distance
Hair not blowing
Coat slim
The snow just so
The frame set
The edges of sky
Blue gray clouds
The paint's never quite
Do the scene
My mind's screen
Sharp and firm
The face only seen
When up close
This far away take
Oft seen in drawings
Seen today
As I try new paints
Just bought
Shopping


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 842

Dear Readers,


Shopping


Got to go do that today
Oh yeah all this rain
Shh Babe, we'll have a cover
Off splishing and splashing
The puddles not that great
She goes around them
I tend to enter in them
Then stand there
In the middle
Looking at the water
Over my toes
Then splash a bit
Shopping
Got to do it
Over there
Over here
In this store
In that shop
Been raining all week
We had to go
Told you it'd be different
We got it all
No recipes
No coupons
Just in and out
Back home again


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 841

Dear Readers,


Nap time

Curled like a cat
Into her shoulder
I nap the day away
Then she stirs
Off to crafting we go
There the yarn
Then the feathers
What fun these cat toys
I meow
She pets my head
The dreams many
The days long
Napping by her side
Furry face snuggled in close
Long hair brushed
Nap time
The fall's cool thing
Purr I say
Purr

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.