Far off I see
the shoulders of animals
of war on campaign
draped in black and
green their leader standing
taller than the rest
wears white and gold
now in formation head
to tail they stand
awaiting command but none
comes none has for
millions of years ever
since they first arrived
erupting from the bowels
of the earth these
behemoths crawled and scratched
tore and laid waste
to whatever was before
now long gone beneath
the patient hooves of
these Rockies Mountains giants
Category: Morning
HighDesertMorn
The morning starts with
a blush as though
the buildings and mountains
were both embarrassed by
something said or done
High gray clouds hover
like paparazzi poised to
snap at the tiniest
suggestion of rain and
now as the sun
slowly stretches behind the
eastern sky like a
shy school boy raising
his hand bathing windows
with deep bright orange
as though whatever secret
the buildings and mountains
hide is hopelessly true
MorningMore
Outside of my window
the morning begins with
a growl gears and
motors and even monsters
moving to and fro
all on some mission
surely to conquer something
besides the serenity of
this dawn which they
already have and of
which they will soon
depart already aimed at
someone else’s peacefulness and
I will be left
like those emerging from
the root cellar or
bomb shelter wide eyed
knowing what used to
be is no more
and no longer more
MorningHere
The buildings of Denver
pop up from the
dark valley of the
front range like toast
awaiting the buttery marmalade
sunrise soon to slather
spread and spill bringing
the sweetness of morning
to the dry palette
of just another day
but soon too soon
the mountains will shine
and the sad truth
that what man builds
will never ever be
as majestic as what
natures own hand creates
will become strikingly apparent
Fireworks
I do so enjoy
this time of day
these last few hours
of the long night
of twinkling far off
street lights of the
darkest of dark skies
of this deep dense
thick and unyielding black
I am an onlooker
awaiting like reveling children
on our Independence Day
for the skies to
open in an explosion
of this new day
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 