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.