It’s now when
the morning shadow
hovers and covers
and the sun
peeks through windows
some little spy
in the sky
and everything else
all around me
glows like bulbs
belonging to fireflies
Category: Morning
Lava
An early start
to quiet before
the traffic jams
of to do’s
clog the arteries
of coffee stillness
and when waves
of needs and
attention arise like
magma billowing out
from deep underground
Day
Dust of
early day
as nights
dark bruise
turns slowly
to blue
then yellow
and gone
windows whisper
good morning
as thoughts
start simmering
Mountain
New ivory blanket
lays folded flat
at beds end
patiently awaiting use
chilled feet and
cool legs seek
its warm comfort
in the outside
chilly June morning
mountain coffee time
big enough for
two to cuddle
June
Already the
machine moans
squeaky clean
and soon
to tumble
the kettle
filled begins
to boil
and beep
the snare
of slippers
shuffle across
hardwood floors
and cabinet
doors creak
such are
standard sounds
of early
dawn days
of June
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 