It’s hard
this this
leaving you
early each
morning to
do day
morning has
now become
petulant requiring
my attention
and you
my patience
waiting until
I’m done
Category: Morning
HereYou
I don’t
know whether
to stay
or go
here cozy
there cold
here you
there morning
I will
go returning
with two
here you
here’s yours
just as
your mine
ThatOneTime
One ornament
hanging low
dances quietly
catching light
from beside
and oh
I’m reminded
of you
too spinning
amongst revelers
one time
in Ibiza
doing little
more than
being happy
Drift(s)(ing)
And you
like woods
and my
fingers falling
like snow
I land
upon limbs
covering them
in lightest
layers of
quiet affection
shifting now
back to
side my
snow blows
from head
to toe
SnowGlobe
And I
sitting here
and you
sitting there
each watching
it snow
and wondering
what if
we were
just maybe
two lovers
in a
snow globe
of our
own making
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 