Your love…

Your Love…

A hammock beneath the trees
on a hot summer’s day,
The wind upon my face
in the shade.

A Friday, after work,
through the rush hour traffic,
The first long sip
of a cold cold ale.

Winter’s first snow,
that chills to the bone,
That deep warm feeling
as I enter our home.

Noontime traffic on a tropic isle,
reggae blasting, horns blaring,
The sound of the waves
as it washes ashore.

A hard work day,
‘neath the equatorial sun,
A Caribbean sunset
From the hammock ‘neath the trees.


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