Out upon the porch they sit
weather worn
freshly painted White
by winter snow,

silently they await the coming spring
and the added
warmth of company.

Where we will rest ourselves within their arms
as you share with me
Southern hospitality
in a glass of home made lemonade.

The night time breeze
wafts the scent of early buds
and apple pie
cooling upon the kitchen cill.

Falling stars
that once graced the
heavens with their beauty
fade into darkness
in comparrison with your eyes.

I smile
happy just to steal a few extra moments
from the busy day
to be alone with you and you alone

my love.