we go at times for Sunday drives

sometimes she drives

times when i do

as the country rolls by

music fills the car

we always have a destination

times it is a picnic by a stream

where the trees dance in breezes

blue jays beg at our table

should raccoons appear, she is ready

she has prepared food for them

walking on stones across the creek

she becomes that tomboy

unafraid and bold

yet such a lady

as she sets the table, mats, plates, ware
Tupperware with tops removed

she balances the two in adorable ways

some women bore you to death with either one

the drive home is with relaxing music

my hands on the wheel at 10 and 2

she is taking notes of lines i construct 

creativity always a possibility
suggests a change in a word
a better sentence construction

we have said little

we have loved much

today we set out on a Sunday drive

hand in hand

hearts entwined in the day
i will wash and clean the Tupperware
dry and put away
while she relaxes in a scented bath
candles aglow surround her

we are ready for the coming week

2/5/19