I know now
That my time
In Charlotte is
But a resting
Place soon my
Wings will carry
Me to my
Spiritual place somewhere
In the high
Deserts of New
Mexico where I
Will finally roost
And make peace
With my Gods
Month: July 2021
SkyCalling
The sky is
Calling me like
Migrating birds I
Think that it’s
Time to go
The where isn’t
Important to me
Now it’s the
Whom to take
Roost in the
Arms of friends
There my heart
Will finally sing
MorningAgain
Now the sky
Glows with gray
Clouds tinged by
Pink blushing from
Last nights escapades
They hover like
Dust from mother’s
Early morning makeup
Some crimson like
An accused child
Of peeking beneath
Desks as most
Of the sky
Is set ablaze
With God’s glory
MorningHere
The day starts
As a glow
Like a lamp
In a far
Off window getting
Brighter as one
Approaches the blackness
Hums with light
Trees cut-out silhouettes
Stand dark against
The bluing sky
Now an orchestra
Plays mornings melody
Crickets and birds
In soft harmony
Occur (to Will)
And you appeared
Fresh like an
Unexpected letter full
Of news and
Promise like a
Package that arrived
Long long after
It was purchased
The at-long-last aroma
Of Sundays fried-chicken
This is how
You occurred to
Me early yesterday
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 