Poem for her 860

Dear Readers,


Leap Day


Yes we did that as well
We did a small leap
One day it was down off the rug
The rug by the deck chair
It was a blast
It wasn't a short one
It was tall
Well tall to a snail
The snails in the fish tank clapped
I could hear them
Told her what they said
She laughed
And we took out our kazoos
Blew them too

A few years ago
We leaped off the other rug
By the steps of the art house
Shed some said
Others saw the sign
Art House
Done in those day glow colors
That shone at night
Those leaps
Off rugs
Grand events
Every Leap day

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 859

Dear Readers,


I had a great day


The spring was flowing downhill
It was actually gushing this morning
We looked at the flow pondering
Must be having a great day
I said
She laughed
We looked at each other for a bit
Saying things with our eyes

The spring was gushing still
The clouds were saying snow
The evening was brisk
Chilled air off the water
Seemed cooler today
I pondered the meaning of it
Fresh water pressure down range
We'd have full cisterns soon
Even the extra ones

The snow was all over the garden
The birds just looking down at it
Not wanting to move
We put out seeds
The tracks to and fore fresh
The Spring was calmer now
Ice at the edges of the stream
The Rocks had little signs
We'd painted them year ago
Still fresh looking near white

Red goes the flowers in a row
Yellow is for daisies
Blue for your eyes my sweet
Green is the garden moss

Signs like that
Yet some private notes too
Like this one
Thanks for wearing Red
It made my day

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 858

Dear Readers,


Cabin Fever two


Two of us sitting on a swing
Over by the pond
Next to the outdoor shower
By that tree we planted
Over under the larger tree
The one you painted green
Yes that one babe
Right there

In your mind's eye
I pull you close
By your belt loops
Kiss you on the neck
You sigh
We dance

There the deck of cards
Sitting on the table
Freshly shuffled
In the camera range
Over by the pen
You just drew me with
Sing me a song
Sing me a song

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 857

Dear Readers,


Space Ships


The designs were from early years
Hers were of things his were of others
They both loved to draw
They both had designs
Early on they learned of each other
Early being in the mid 50's
Those years seemed distant now
She wanted this car or that dream
He wanted space ships that were cars
Or rather cars that were space ships
Now their cabin in the woods had them both
Cars and space ships
They moved space and time
Decks of cards flowed out of ponds
Stacks of odds and ends and then the whoosh
The sound of a space ship going off
The car started
Off they drove


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 856

Dear Readers,



Slumber weekend


Soft sound of your skin touching mine
The pillows just so tucked under head
The sunlight dimmed by the curtains
It's daylight out yet nap time in the cabin
We were up playing cards
The stacks of paintings put away to dry
The catalogs of garden things resting
Fire logs burning slow warming the stones
Soft touching of your back as you rest
Slipping dreams of other weekends just the same
Sipping new teas we are trying
Porch swing covered in new blankets
Old ones piled by the hearth stones
Projects to do linger in the baskets
Flowers cut fill vases ordered as brushes
All these dreams vibe down to a breath
Slow easy slumber of a long weekend


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.