She loved the day so dearly

Yesterday was perfect

we went out into the afternoon

where the streets

seemed to be filled

with the best light,

a lovely gasp of November.

I couldn't stop looking

at the orange and blue streaked sky

as a lone plane soared across it

leaving

a silver needle and thread

vapour trail

as a memory for me.

We bought the cutest santa

all bedecked in glorious red

and a bell on his jolly hat.

We drank coffee and fell in love all over again.

Driving home

with twinkle lights in the windows of

the shops

we held  on to that perfect,

honeyed afternoon.

Now Saturday is here

we wake to tousled sheets and hair

and the smell of the coffee pot

kicking in downstairs.

Later,

cup in hand~

I'll stand at the window

watching the waiting sun

burn the morning mist away.

Loving

the

day

so

dearly