The blue sky
Is littered with
Fluffy plastic bags
Wisps of bygone
Moisture reminding me
Of my grandmother’s
Hair blowing this
Way and that
Across her bluer
Than blue eyes
Category: Kindness
Charlotte
The clouds move
Past sky blue
Like snow drifts
In Wisconsin winters
Leaving only open
Burrow holes seen
Lower clouds hang
Like large spider
Webs as jet
Planes fly through
Fields of tall
Greens and soupy
Moss stand across
From me as
Wet streets purr
Under car tires
Here in Charlotte
Pond
You are like
A moonlit pond
Simple serene reflective
Like angels mirrored
Back to me
Dream
Remember that whatever
You dream is
Reality somewhere and
All you need
To do is
Find that place
Bird
Oh to be
A bird to
Soar to sing
To sleep just
Like angels except
For the sleep
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 