There is one cloud
which like a button
or a boutonnière sits
simply against the pale
blue sky of morning
announcing I am here
almost like the last
sugar cube at a
lady’s morning tea party
Category: Morning
Dawn
This is by far
my favorite time of
all this early morning
when strangers lovers friends
and the city itself
awaken to each other
to coffees and me
it’s a time of
eggs and of percolators
of showers clean clothes
of yawns and stretches
and for me words
it’s the time when
the low east sun
dabs the cold cheeks
of skyscrapers with rouge
making them simply bloom
like long tall daffodils
and when almost everyone
including the mountains sky
says their good mornings
MondayMorning
The pavement is wet
and puddled like the
faces of freshly scolded
children as cars speed
their damp tails wagging
behind as they go
The skies open and
rain pours down like
early AM shoppers on
black Friday as people
dodge and dash trying
though hopelessly to remain
dry such is Monday
MorningsBallet
With coffee on board
and dressed in jammies
I settle down to
watch the kaleidoscope morning
sky spin and twirl
with the same unabashed
excitement as schoolgirl
ballet performers unashamedly free
if I listen closely
enough I can hear
giggles of glee as
the clouds open to
sunlight like those same
children’s smiles upon hearing
the applause from parents
and siblings and friends
Oh that coffee’s hot
What a marvelous morning
Morning80216
This morning starts soupy
with buildings emerging like
oyster crackers slowly rising
out of the broth
while lights go out
one by anxious one
all around the city
like hopeful dogs at
the kitchen restaurant door
when at last they
abandon hope of morsels
as more and more
cars zoom this way
and that like salmon
swimming upstream avoiding grizzlies
uncertain as to why
but knowing they must
go wherever they go
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 