Morning
Rain
Washes
Blueness
Loss
Down
Street
Alone
Chilliness
Wrapped
In
Linen
Tear
Dollop
Moistens
Pillow
Longing
Aches
Burning
Belly
Rains
Patter
Giggles
At
Missings
Turning
To
Where
You
Were
I
Gaze
Upon
An empty
Ocean
Of
Cotton
Month: September 2019
Discover
It is
Not
In
Sound
Do
I
Find
It is
Only
In
Silence
Do
I
Discover
WeSing
Crushed
Blue
Velveteen
Sky
White
Lint
Move
Across
Above
Us
Coffee
Wafts
Past
Laying
Next
We
Move
Closer
Awakening
To
Each
Other’s
Morning
Songs
Chirping
Mewing
Sighing
Yawning
Just the
Songs
We
Sing
Drumming
Clouds
Shattered
Dropping
Pieces
Wet
Ground
Blew
In
Awaking
Us
Fine
Mists
Hovered
Holy
Water
Blessings
Drawing
Linen
Warding
Off
Chill
We
Dozed
Closer
Warmth
We
Laid
Listening
Drumming
TheRain
Dark
Cottony
Skies
Herald
Rain
Room
Mists
Humidity
Warmth
Warm
Showers
Cool
Towels
Hot
Coffee
Cool
Milk
Dressed
For
Day
Bedside
Hands
Roam
Pressed
Cotton
And
Linen
One
Last
Kiss
Comes
The
Rain
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 