"Season"

        
       
Surprised by a message
Sending kisses from the West
Telling me of her desire
Asking to visit, requesting an address
             
Returning her call with a big grin
She answers, "Hey, Big Guy, I have my notepad in hand"
We laugh, I reply, 'It appears you think I'll say yes'
She quips, "Don't be a tease, tell me where to land"
             
Friday, she'll fly in, I'll pick her up knowing
It is difficult to understand or reason
How her timing could be so impeccable
Making this trip just for me, maybe it's the season
         
       
*December 14, 2014*