And now the
Sun trims the
Tall tree tops
Like silky ribbons
Atop holiday presents
They glow like
Nightlights warding off
Monsters they bloom
Like greenish yellow
Stalks of broccoli
Steaming in a
Shallow pan while
The rest remain
Huddled like soldiers
Standing guard stoically
The morning sky
Is the blue
Of a newborns
Eyes not one
Cloud blemishes it
On the western
Edge it glows
White with a
Hint of crimson
Like a soft
Candle as tiger
Lilies bob in
The soft breeze
This Charlotte morning
How did we
Sneak up on
Each other how
Did this happen
To us friends
We were everything
Was fun and
Then yesterday we
Fought then realized
That we meant
More to each
Other like realizing
That we are
Copper painted gold
And not gold
Painted copper that
We’re really diamonds
And not just
Some sparkly baubles
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
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 