Living Zen Life

I used to spend Friday evenings with my wife 
sipping on cocktails some nibbles to dine on.
Spring evenings were especially lovely
sitting outside in the light breeze
sunshine bright on the branches and leaves
chatting about our day our week
about nothing at all
tinkle of a glass now and then.
How I miss those sweet sensual moments.

Tonight a glass of wine some cheese
through the trees the sun shines
Spring evening in Seattle
an old Chinese poet for company.
It's just not the same.