Today starts crisp
Like the first
Succulent bite into
A cold apple
The morning dew
On my toes
Tickling like wet
Feathers and the
Birdsong symphonies in
Stereo surrounding me
Low sun catches
Tall tree tops
Making them glow
Sudsy like kitchen
Sponges as the
Steam rises from
My coffee like
Sirens released ghostly
From Pandora’s box
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 