And like an
Eyelash delicately swept
Away by my
Finger and like
A dew drop
Bouncing from the
Leaf to petal
To ground and
Like the first
Snowflake landing upon
My outstretched tongue
And still like
The last auburn
Maple leaf that
Falls on a
Forest floor my
Kisses find my
Way from face
To foot these
Are the piquitos
Of my desire
For only you
The day starts
Quiet as still
As a country
Church faraway the
Drone of a
Highway is heard
Like an orchestra
Warming up before
The concert of
The morning commute
You begin to
Stir and sputter
Pulling yourself from
Your dreams depth
Like a swimmer
Close to drowning
My early morning
Kiss resuscitating you
I awoke hopeful
Like beach going
Children at low
Tide looking for
Rich deposits of
Shells and seaglass
Peaceful like awakening
To an overnight
Silent snowfall fresh
And new blanketing
Old and brown
And loving like
That first delicate
Morning kiss as
You rolled over
Looking at me
Like the angels
Above in Heaven
The day starts
Like a frothy
Cocktail of peace
And joy shaken
With dreams of
Lovers past and
Strained through the
Hands of guardian
Angels into the
Tall glass called
Me and garnished
With a slice
Of Heaven and
This morning’s sun
Slowly sipped through
Straws of hope
I awoke to
Stillness like a
Fresh blanket of
Snow on the
Rolling pastures of
Southwestern Wisconsin not
Yet tarnished by
Foot or paw
I awoke to
Happiness like children
Realizing that today
Is Christmas full
Of wonderment awe
And glee I
Awoke to peace
Like cross country
Skiers on the
Freshly powdered trails
Of Valais as
The sun begins
To crest the
Alps bringing long
Shadows and sparkles
From my breath
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 