My lover, my partner, my man

Eyes fluttered open

while I wrapped sheets around me

once more inhaling last nights scent of

my lover, my partner, my man

Looking out to the garden I smiled at

the early morning memories of silken strands

woven through branches glistening in sunbeams,

while frogs slowly appeared at waters edge

to take their place on the warming stones.

McChippie quietly scurried back and forth

his cheeks stuffed with ripened apples,

unafraid of us sitting and chuckling at his bravado.

Birdsong greeted us; geese flying overhead

were met with “go back! It's too soon”

as nuthatches and finches added to the chorus.

We eased into the day with steaming mugs,

smiling faces and bliss in our souls

my lover, my partner, my man and me.