The day starts
Warm like my
Mother’s kitchen after
Cooking the skies
Like a gray
Woolen overcoat patched
With red thread
The trees green
Fade into black
As emerald lawns
Await the pups
Footprints all is
Quiet except for
The nervous bark
Of a small
Dog alerting the
Owner like a
Doorbell as my
Coffee steams and
Warms this morning
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 