Keepers, we.

You were my summer love,
and now that fall has come,
I know,
this falling is the kind
that never let's you go.
So,
when the winter comes,
and the wind begins to blow,
and I will hold you close,
inside a winter coat,
that's big enough,
to hold us both,
and I,
will keep us
from the cold.

Railings and chairs.

I am painting the porch railing, and I
have painted
all our chairs, for you,
and I, painted them
in pinks and greens,
smiling at how we
would paint
the porch floor
blue.

And, I hope it is okay,
for me to say,
so,
I like the colors,
better, this way.
And though our robot may
be painted silver,
or gold,
nothing will be
gray.