Poem for her 884

Dear Readers,


Dancing

Belt loops in my fingers
Our feet bare
The fire place flickers
The day dim
The stars up in light

The days long
The evenings short
Is it summer
Is it fall
It's dance time all

Over there a swing
Over here a tango
This is a waltz
This is a dip

Feet moving slow
Fingers touch
The day goes on
Weeks pass into months
Dancing all


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.