Painting the Day...

You paint my days.

Waking up to the sun
just peeking it's way
through the darkened clouds
that promise rain
later on...
turning,
seeing you lying there.
Lost in your slumber...
the pinkness of the sun's first rays
making your hair
a stunning color of gold.

Coffee, the light rain
beginning to fall.
Still you sleep.
Lost to me...
hidden inside your dreamworld.
I'll invade it later.

Mid morning...
working---
processing the day...
you ease yourself
beside me...
softly touching my arm
as you peek at my progress.

Behind you through the window
a rainbow shines
in it's glory.
You shine in yours.

Evening...
as the suns gives way
to the west...
and the clouds turn violet and crimson
and pink...
I catch you as you move about
the garden.
Lost and serious
in your work
to say kind words
to the roses blooming there.

You paint my day...
and everyday
is a masterpiece...
with you.