The day starts
Fresh renewed and
Clear like warm
April mornings bringing
Budding daffodils the
Dense fog of
Indecision rolled off
The coast of
My heart heralding
Change alone again
Like the sole
Tree on the
Prairie I will
Bring shade to
Those wishing to
Sit beside me
And you said
Write for me
Don’t you know
Already by now
That when I
Write about you
I’m writing for
Myself by recalling
You as I
See simply you
I’m a selfish
Man capturing your
Beauty in words
Holding you captive
Here for only
Me to see
And far off
Behind the tree
Line Canadian geese
Honk preparing for
Flight now they
Approach like Mardi
Gras revelers in
Strategic formation swooping
Like Heaven’s angels
At the rapture
Now past everything
Returns to quiet
This Charlotte morn
Oh and like
That one star
That I spy
On the East
Horizon you lay
In your bed
Just as luminous
Hovering there it
Outshines the others
Giving definition to
The heavenly orbs
Just as you
Give definition to
The word friend
The end of
Something is never
Easy but is
Required to start
Something new we
Hear the oooo’s
And aahhh’s of
Autumn but never
The wish to
Be a leaf
For just one
More sweet day
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 