Poem for her 852

Dear Readers,


Saturday


The day was a bit cold
The snow just starting
The deck was chilled
The porch stove was heated
There was a pile of art inside
Lists of events in town
We could have done a lot
Yet was that a pillow I saw
The day was warm inside
The tea from breakfast cooling
The time to move or not
You looked at me
I looked at you
We wandered back to bed
Comfort in the sheets
Fireplace alight
Logs burning bright
Ah it's saturday
Just sleep in again

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.