The sun creeps
Quietly into the
Day wiping the
Stars from the
Sky like a
Kerchief erases tears
Gone now are
The sparkles but
Still there behind
The brightness of
Saul they wait
Quietly like a
Spouse in the
Shadow of their
Lover
Category: happines
OnWriting (for Muenster)
Muenster there are
Reasons and explanations
There are mechanics
And lessons to
Learn there is
Mastering the metaphor
But mostly writing
Is magic no
Different than a
Twinkling star or
The Harvest Moon
Or snowflakes or
Anything natural it’s
Sand and sandcastles
Snow and igloos
It’s one thing
That when used
Turns into something
Else to me
It’s a whisper
And to another
A simple roar
UsThereThen (for Scotty)
And then from
Afar a voice
An old friend
Wishing me tidings
My heart sang
And my soul
Filled like a
Cistern of love
Oh so long
It had been
Since I heard
Your voice bringing
Me back to
Yesterday like reading
Old letters and
Remembering us there
Wondering
I wonder what
If we were
Happy having what
We have rather
Than wanting what
We don’t I
Wonder if there’d
Be less conflict
And more acceptance
I’m happy with
What I don’t
Have satisfied in
Knowing that my
Baggage is only
Filled with those
Things and people
Important to me
AnotherMorningPoem
The sun hits
The tree tops
Like foamy crests
On ocean waves
All white and
Rolling as the
Sun moves higher
Into the sky
Tree trunks lean
Like firewood against
Each other and
Oh the smell
Of earth bathes
My nostrils there
A damp coolness
Like a refrigerator
Door opening in
July on the
Forest floor as
Dew streaks all
The car windows
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 