For as I
Recall you saying
It’s not the
Being together that
Binds us it’s
The time together
That does and
Since time is
What we have
We shall remain
Together for ever
Month: August 2020
Inconsequential
It’s not the
Grand things I
Remember it’s all
The tiny hints
Of you that
Few ever see
That floats me
Like a buoy
In the water
Sleepy eyed mornings
Wink and giggle
Hide and seek
Among the hedges
Hiding in freshly
Raked piled leaves
Fresh snowball fights
That final last
Kiss good night
Before sleep pulls
Up the covers
All these silly
Inconsequential little things
Early
Bank of clouds
Hangs low on
The horizon bleeding
Streaks of crimson
Like medium-rare steaks
As dawn approaches
Quietly drawing up
Shades of night
Days sky begins
To hum yellow
White like plumage
Of molting birds
Early quiet remains
Except for one
Lone mockingbird calling
Into the silence
Car lights far
Off twinkle like
Alley cat eyes
Caught by surprise
Car tires shush
Sounding like the
Shovels beneath heavily
Fallen snow as
Coffee warms me
Removing the chill
Like hot baths
Day is yawning
Stretching and smiling
PleasantTorture (to Boo)
When two things
Are attracted to
Each other but
Simply can’t cross
A certain longing
Grows pulling them
Closer yet apart
It’s called bliss
A place where
Beauty compassion trust
Blooms a place
No one else
Can see but
Then off each
Goes being themselves
Yet together they
Will always be
MorningHere
Low morning sun
Blanches the lilacs
White like sweet
Little lavender jujubes
Shadows beneath the
Suns reach glisten
In morning dew
Like wet ink
Ivory sunslit slivers
Dance like ghosts
Long and sinewy
They grow shrink
As Saul rises
The last of
Last nights rain
Drips from gutters
Like tea from
Hot wet spoons
As yawning birds
Call each other
This my love
Is morning here
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 