Poem for her 961

Tea

Mint grown in the yard

City house as has a patch for ages

Cabin in thee woods has some growing too

Right over there by the kitchen door

Local shops have teas too

Hot cups of the tea ready for a trip

Hold onto as the snow falls

Summer not here yet

Off to bed soon as the fire gets going

 

Happy Birthday Babe,

 

Charles.

 

 

Poem for her 960

Sunday

First day of the week

First day of the year

First kiss today

First cup of tea this year

First day I met you by the card deck

There

Under the bright moon light

Clear

 

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.