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;
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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;
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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,
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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.
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You know, what I really like?
Is sharing my seasons with you,
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Though summer wanes, love grows.
New moons and evenings,
It's good to know,
Each morning is spent with you.
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Thanks for starting the coffee Love.Â
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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.