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
Category: Friendship
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
FireFly
Just when the
Darkness is deepest
The tiny firefly
Glows
Showing me the
Way to somewhere
Darkness creeps like
Nocturnal animals out
For the hunt
While despair grips
And squeezes out
Hope making the
Heart dusty dry
The one meaningless
Light blinking here
Come here here
And once again
Your life starts
Again not over
But freshly new
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 