Poem for her 959

Snow

The cabin was warm

Fire in the stove and the fireplace

Logs glowing red

Flames bright

The snow was still falling

The Snowmen outside with new blankets

The tracks we made yesterday gone

The report said for a few more hours

Snow till the morning

Chocolate hot in your mug

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 958

Falling Leaves

The leaves were piled high

So high they were taller than the apple trees

We climbed up a hill

Looked down at the pile

I wanted to dive in

She said 

I'd only be found in spring

 It was going to make great compost

Leaf piles are great

Some trees were still full of color

Leaves falling in the breeze

Winter just around the corner

A few birthdays too

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.