The morn starts
Chilly like dipping
My hand into
A bag of
Ice scurrying in
With the days
Paper like my
Pup seeking warmth
I grasp my
Cup of coffee
Watching the steam
Rise like sirens
Calling seafarer towards
Rocks I slowly
Sip like children
In Wisconsin lake
Cabins gazing at
Autumn’s exploding color
Enjoying this early
Brisk Charlotte day
And my world
Grows silent like
Dusk over the
Ocean a lapping
Tide my only
Reminder of the
Surf which once
Pounded my beach
Laying in calm
I now listen
To nothing wondering
What sounds you
Hear swords striking
Armor neighs and
Winnies of charging
Horses as you
Battle the demons
Of your day
Come back to
Me weary and
Worn and I
Will caress your
Wounds with salve
Readying you for
Your next tomorrow
And then came
The beautiful act
Of sharing starting
With sips of
Silly whipped cream
Concoctions on to
Nibbles from plates
Next affectionate slaps
On backs after
Silly jokes right
Down to Arianna
Now playing on
My radio after
We used the
After shower towel
Sharing with you
Draws us closer
Like invisible strings
The memory of
You hangs around
Me like netting
Warding off the
Bugs of despair
Your aroma stays
On my shirt
Like invisible stains
That only I
Can see reminding
Me of that
Last hug before
I boarded the
Train taking me
Away from you
Traveling watching clouds
Outside the window
Reminds me of
Us as we
Danced the midnight
Away deep in
Your bed our
Love lighting up
Your room like
A bright moon
The day starts
Freshly like the
Intoxicating aroma of
Eggs bacon coffee
Awakening me from
Sweet dreams of
The arms of
My past lovers
Shielding me like
Armor from the
Ravages of life
Messages arrive from
You like long
Awaited letters tickling
Me like that
Cold quarry lake
Outside of Pittsburgh
Where we cautiously
Dipped our toes
Before leaping headlong
Just like sipping
A cup of
Joe before work
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 