The morning begins with a steamy cup,
In a distance, kids, laughing at a bus stop;
A morning breeze carries umbels and lavendar,
And you there smiling, carries peace;
I like how you kick your bare foot
And everytime the swing passes you look
At me.
I like the way you hold your cup with both hands
And the way your hand covers mine;
A few leaves have started drifting to the pool
I like watching you with the skimmer,
And the big red dog following you every step you take,
I like that we're in step together,
Soon you'll cut the last of the summer grass,
Before you plant winter rye,
The leaves will fall, and we'll rake and burn,
Those capable hands, with mine;
We'll burn.
You know, what I really like?
Is sharing my seasons with you,
Though summer wanes, love grows.
New moons and evenings,
It's good to know,
Each morning is spent with you.
Thanks for starting the coffee Love.
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Comments: 37
I really like the way you've started this, with the hot cup, kids back to school, lavendar...it so feels like the end of summer. And then there is late summer life: It all is comfortable, and you both fit in so well, growing along with the seasons in your love.
I really like this poem. The last line makes the entire poem come together--making that firm close bond you two share , so apparent to us.